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Lake Buccaneer
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I'm relaxing in my tiny seaplane, butterfly canopy open and my fishing rod out over the water, my only bait a Silver Spoon. Hoping for a fish dinner in Memison but not really concerned about it. If the water moves the spoon enough to entice a fish, that would be good, but in the meantime, a float supports the spoon and I laze in contentment. The little lake is paradise by the instrument light, and I am king of the world.
Lancelot Price 2014 September 2
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I'm relaxing in my tiny seaplane, butterfly canopy open and my fishing rod out over the water, my only bait a Silver Spoon. Hoping for a fish dinner in Memison but not really concerned about it. If the water moves the spoon enough to entice a fish, that would be good, but in the meantime, a float supports the spoon and I laze in contentment. The little lake is paradise by the instrument light, and I am king of the world.
Lancelot Price 2014 September 2
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I wonder how many of the references people will get. 
Or discover some I didn't even see.
Or discover some I didn't even see. © 2014 - 2024 LancelotPrice
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Well I got "paradise by the instrument light" and "fish dinner in Memison" rang a bell - turns out I've heard of it but never read it, which I think I should change. Thanks!