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Wherein an unemployed reporter tries to catch as many fish as possible in a futile quest to avoid thinking about the dismal state of journalism or his dwindling bank balance

Monday, June 9, 2008

Thanks, Bob!

A belated note of thanks to Cousin Bob, who, in his alley wanderings, scrounged this hand-painted billboard for the Secret Weapon Bait Rig.

Needless to say, this fine piece of art now adorns the River Ranch.
Posted by A Man of Constant Leisure at 10:11 AM

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