So there was this guy who had nothing to do on a Friday afternoon so he decided to go fishing in the river. He got all of his fishing gear together and hitched up his boat to his big red truck. He turned on the radio and started his way to the Stream. The Stream is a river that runs down the middle of his city.
He got his boat, a tin row boat, into the river and started rowing in to the Stream. He pulled out his Ugly Stick cast his line into the river. After a while, he finally caught a nice big brown trout.
“This will make a great dinner for me and my family tonight.” A few hours past and he caught a few more fish. He filled up a whole cooler of a different assortment of trout. He decided that one more would be enough and he’d pack up and go home. So he threw his line out into the widest section of the Stream. He waited a while and then all of the sudden, he felt a gentle tug on his line. He waited, making sure that it wasn’t a false alarm. The tugging continued and he yanked of his pole. There was a fish on it now, he was sure of it.
He started reeling in and continuously setting the hook. The fish put up a really good fight, and every time he brought it closer, it would pull his line back out into the river. Then, he felt the boat start jerking forward. It kept getting faster and faster. Then he saw the fin of a giant flounder fish emerge out of the water. He was going as fast as he would on the freeway in his car. He was no longer rowing his boat merrily down the stream. He was fighting for not only his life, but also the most crazy, intense fishing story of all time.
Then in the distance, he heard a slight rumbling sound. A the fish dragged him through the icy water of the Stream, the sound grew louder and louder. What was that mysterious sound the distance? Oh yeah the water fall! He had never been this far down the Stream, but he had heard stories of how long of a fall it was and there was no way back other than to rock the boat up side down right before sundown and then it would actually turn out to be the sun rise. Then he saw it. Thundering, thousands of pounds of water going over the gigantic fall. Thousands of feet down was the only way he was going to get this fish. But it was worth it.
So what did he do? He held on to his ugly stick. Here it was, the fish showed no sign of stopping. He was going over, him the fish and his boat. All over never to return, until sundown, but that dosen’t mater.
And that’s the end.
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