The Old wooden dock
The old wooden dock
I might be an old rickety dock but I promise you won’t regret spending an hour on my premises..so come aboard, tackle box in tow, bring the kids, coffee in hand, be aware of “snappy the turtle” as he likes to hang out underneath.
Get your lines in the water, bring your chair, take the load off, after all it’s Sunday, where else have you got to be? The fish, Turtles, are all awaiting your arrival, so be prepared to stay awhile…
Make a friend, cheer each other on, enjoy a laugh together, it can be pretty crowded on here, but we’re all here as one.
A father teaching his little tike to fish for his or hers first time, time will pause, pike, bass, sunfish, or the one that got away. Pretty soon it will be winter, the water will freeze, but my sturdy dock will always hold sturdy waiting for you, please don’t be a stranger, come again soon.
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