Some of you remember this some don't, but around labor day 2009, I shot a gar and made a big claim of a world record. I posted a pic of it on here and there were difference of opinion whether it was a spotted or a shortnose. The last thing I said about it was let's let the DNA talk. Well apparantly it's spoken and it's not conclusive, so we have to go with opinion again. We have to go with the opinion of the regional biologist out of Athens, TX and he says it's a spotted, which makes my gar just a decent fish, nothing to write home about. I do disagree but I'm just a ******* with a bow. I defer to his opinion.
Long story short, you guys were right, I was wrong. I know nothing about gar, you know everything. I'm the worst, you're the best. My boat, bow, outboard, troller, lights, genny, arrows, tips, deck, batteries, tube, bottle, line, slides, shoes, truck, trailer, and even my honey holes are far INFERIOR. I am by far the worst bowfisher ever to take up the sport.
Anytime you see a boat shining lights in windows, blame me. Anytime you hear a generator by the houses at 2 am, blame me. Anytime you find bass with holes in them, blame me. Anytime your batteries run dead, blame me. Anytime your wheels are missing from your truck when you get back to the ramp, blame me. Anytime your woman runs off with another dude while you're bowfishing, blame me. Anytime you see fish dumped by the ramp, blame me. Anytime anything bad happens while bowfishing, blame me. I'm the Bowfishing A-hole.
Long story short, you guys were right, I was wrong. I know nothing about gar, you know everything. I'm the worst, you're the best. My boat, bow, outboard, troller, lights, genny, arrows, tips, deck, batteries, tube, bottle, line, slides, shoes, truck, trailer, and even my honey holes are far INFERIOR. I am by far the worst bowfisher ever to take up the sport.
Anytime you see a boat shining lights in windows, blame me. Anytime you hear a generator by the houses at 2 am, blame me. Anytime you find bass with holes in them, blame me. Anytime your batteries run dead, blame me. Anytime your wheels are missing from your truck when you get back to the ramp, blame me. Anytime your woman runs off with another dude while you're bowfishing, blame me. Anytime you see fish dumped by the ramp, blame me. Anytime anything bad happens while bowfishing, blame me. I'm the Bowfishing A-hole.
