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But Mr Card eventually surfaced 50ft behind the boat. 'Once we got Ian up, I cut the fish loose,' said his father. 'My main concern was not the tournament.'
why do people say things like this? I wonder what the context was in which this was said? it just seems so stupid and random to even bring up the tournament at all when you are talking about your son's near death expirience.
that being said, I agree with Mudgrrl. A little role reversal is refreshing for everyone.
Is now a good time to post pictures of my marlin I caught in St.Lucia :love: ?
In the chair...
After about an hour and a half of my tired arms reelin' they pulled it over...
Props to my mom for taking horrible pictures that don't actually show how big the fish was. When they finally rolled it kind of sort of onto a scale the needle bounced around from 300-400 rather spuradially, so as far as I'm concerned, its a 400lb marlin
I wonder if there's a bike story equal to this? Like the time when my bike road me for 40 feet down No Joke. When I was done I had two sprung wrists. My bike made me the bike and damaged me.
I wonder if there's a bike story equal to this? Like the time when my bike road me for 40 feet down No Joke. When I was done I had two sprung wrists. My bike made me the bike and damaged me.
He ponders if there is a similiar curious cycling story. Perhaps his story would be close? The story where he crashed down a trail in Canada and his bike wound up mounting him like a dog in heat for 40 feet, subsequently spraining his wrists.
i'm fluent in Teenage Seattle dialect, as well as Slobolvian.
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