I've been fishing big lake for 30 years and do quite well on a consistent basis, and still don't like that side of the lake. The gentlemen who take care of selling the shrimp and ice are nice guys. The old guy on the golf cart eying you like a thief every time you launch I've got nothing for. Just last week he watched me put money in the slot, he came over to open the box and I said good morning. He gave me the stink eye, opened the box and took out my $5 bill and unfolded it to make sure it was the right amount. Wouldn't even say good morning. What a sad life.
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