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CNY Tim

Max , Steve's and Allen's Crappie Adventure

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The MarCum Guard Dog!!

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My buddy Allen using the MarCum for the very first time..

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Good day for him..

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Couple more pic's of Max

The Crappie retriever

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The MarCum Guard Dog!!

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Good Day with Crappies,

Steve even caught a couple

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Nap Time!!!

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My Buddy Allen using the MarCum for the first time!

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Good Day for him

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My other half and I Love your Guard Dog Steve. Dora (my other half) calls him the Fisher Dog. I can't wait till we move into our new place so I can get myself a fishing partner like yours.

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Where do I get one of those Crappy Retrievers! smile Looked like you guys had a perfect day out there!

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Steve, I love the dog and I keep sending your pictures to my better half hoping she caves in soon. LOL It's working buddy so keep the pictures coming.

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Thanks again guy's for the nice words. Max is really something special and I love having him on the lake with me. His new Indian name is "P00Ps on ICE" He loves sleeping in the trap and when I move spots he just lay's there. He really appreciates it when he is in the sun sleeping, Man does this dog snore!!

Allen had a great time fishing and on Monday we each caught a limit of Crappies plus a bunch of Gills.

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Steve, I think he will do good in the LUND you might have to take up duck hunting though.I am sure he will like the open water there is no doubt about that all you need to do is train him on find the walleyes Max and then you won't need GPS wink.

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