Fuck Logs

I recently took a trip to my local fishing hole to #1 catch some fish #2 test out my new popper and #3 feed some geese/ducks. All of these goals were met and everything was flowing right along. That is until about 2 hours after using the popper it got snagged on a tree turned water logged fishing deathtrap. I tried everything i could think of to free the lure from the clutches of the long dead hands of the tree before me but nothing was working. After 15 or 20 minuets of fighting and thinking of ways to get my popper back i finally gave in and accepted that i was gonna loose the recently invested in bait. So with a few tugs and a last ditch effort to just rip the lure free the line broke off at the knot holding the popper to my line. Even though i knew it was gonna happen i was still pissed about it because i had just bought it 2 days earlier and had yet to land a single Bass on it, although i did somehow manage to snag a 3 inch bluegill on the 2 inch floating grasshopper. After the line snapped back at me i stood stared and decided that one day I would walk out to said deathtrap of a tree and take back my lost investment but that it wouldn't
be right away. So someday soon maybe when it gets hotter and i feel like taking a bit of a swim I will venture to the spot where the "life" of my new friend was lost and reclaim what is mine from that goddamn tree. So watch your back tree, I'M COMING FOR YOU!