I'll bet the fishin' was crappy and the fish were bat sh** crazy. (I slay myself. I really do.)
I'll bet the fishin' was crappy and the fish were bat sh** crazy. (I slay myself. I really do.)
So, the next time you buy a bottle of pure spring water think, "do they treat this stuff?"
True enough, my final home is still out there, but this is most certainly my home range and I love it. I love every rock I fall off and tree I trip over. Even when I am close to dying from exhaustion, a beautiful sunset doesn't lose it's power to refresh and inspire me and that, in itself, is enough to save me sometimes.
LOL. We drink water coming out of a rusty pipe at the Baptist Church in Bryson City, NC months at a time. It gets tested all the time. I trust that more than any other.
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