With the rows of fishing tackle and other apparatus to capture fish at that store, you would think that there wouldn't be a fish left in Massachusetts by the end of the year. It is like an arsenal stuffed with weapons to do battle with stupid fish.
Course I stocked up a little bit. Some drop shot hooks, regular hooks, bobbers, sinkers and other stuff designed to help me slay panfish without mercy down at Redd's Pond.
It is going to be a massacre.
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