After being alone for 6 days brother Jerry and friend Corey arrived in what appeared to be a barge loaded to the gunwhales with their precious cargo of gear, food, drink and most importantly bait. This is a picture of them heading out in the pursuit of the elusive waldo. These guys are relentless in their fishing and their prowess is legendary in the B-dub. Although their manhood has never been in question I always get an uneasy feeling when they fawn over each other's rods. Could this mutual admiration be a metaphor for something deeper and less wholesome? Not that there's anything wrong with that.
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