My Brother Richard and I were on our way out to do some Pickerel fishing in early December. The pond we liked to fish was not yet frozen, but still pretty darn cold, about 34 degrees air temp. On the way I stopped to get some gas for the truck at a local gas station. It was about 6 in the morning on a saturday and the attendent seemed a little peeved that we pulled him out of his nice warm hut. While pumping the gas he noticed all the gear in the back of the truck and asked us what the heck we were doing. My brother turned and looked at him and said "Hey Pal, you're not looking at two guys who "like to fish", your looking at to Fishermen!"

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