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by mizm05 » Fri Aug 15, 2014 10:12 am
You're really gonna have to sell me a bit harder on giving up my braid....
This is my braid. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My braid is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
My braid, without me, is useless. Without my braid, I am useless. I must cast my braid true. I must cast straighter than my enemy who is trying to out-fish me. I must land one before he lands one. I will...
My braid and I know that what counts in war is not the beads we cast, the noise of our reel, nor the smoke we make (no comment). We know that it is the strikes that count. We will get strikes...
My braid is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories. I will keep my braid clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will...
Before God, I swear this creed. My braid and I are the defenders of my river. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my fish cooler.
So be it, until victory is America's and there is no enemy (get out of my honey hole!), but fish!