A friend of mine headed over there in March one year.
It was cold as a witch's tit and snowed on them while they were trolling-snow was so thick it piled up on the rods.
A few fish but he said he'd never do it again.
A friend of mine headed over there in March one year.
It was cold as a witch's tit and snowed on them while they were trolling-snow was so thick it piled up on the rods.
A few fish but he said he'd never do it again.
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