Snooking
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By George Grosselfinger
The cool breeze poured gently through my hair The water was milky but the Snook didn't care The explosions of the the previous day history But the huge swirl we saw left a mystery When she crashed the lure the drag sang a song Then releasing her she was back where she belonged allartificialluresonly.com Keep the sport in Sportfishing {%image_id=51525%}