yellow perch
It was a good day to be on the ice, fishing with a worm
Sun above playing with clouds
A beautiful day.
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There were people all trying to catch fish
An amputee fishing with a smile using aluminum cans as pop ups while next to a rich man who had everything an ice fisherman could dream.
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A good day indeed
Even a giant perch had a fat worm as her last meal
and tomorrow for dinner, we feast.
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