wellborn my hometown

Dale Barrett and neighbor Jack Wilson were a self appointed cheering section as they sat in the shade to enjoy the men from Surrey Place enjoying a morning of fishin'. With a twinkle in her eye one lady stowaway suggested they just call her Mr. Jones. She was in last weeks photos of fishin at Barrett's.
Mr Webb's pole bent low over the pond with the weight of the fish on his hook. Chris Tyre wheeled him back from the pond while Mr W. wound the line in. Here was one happy guy who landed several big ones on his day off fishin'.
Another success story was a gentleman called grandpa. When it came time to go, he weedled a few more minutes during which the cooler (very full of the mornings catch) was loaded into the Surrey Place van. Wouldnt you know Grandpa caught his biggest and best one and it had to be a catch and release, much to his and his friend Debbie's sorrow.