Fishing Pond

The Pond by Corey Villas

As the sun began to top the trees, you could tell today would be another scorcher. One of the hottest days of the summer so far from the feel of it. Even back in the woods, shaded where we were, I had already started sweating like hell through my shirt. Travis and I walked with our fishing rods out in front of us to knock down any spider webs we might come across. The brush was thick, fallen trees everywhere,...

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