Meanwhile, as Mark and Tim talk and talk about the lake and surrounding area, we actually get to see this area of wonderful wildlife and the people associated with it, mainly Ben and Mr. Tuggle (who if I had to guess, just might be that other Senator). Looks like Mr. Tuggle is a regular at the Paradise Lake camp (which is just a stone's throw away from Crystal Lake, but nobody talks about that and you won't see it mentioned in the brochure), where the fishing is exceptional. Oh, if only Mark had taken Rusty here instead of that den of horrors that was the swamp! (Okay, maybe den of horrors is a little bit of an exaggeration and maybe they did do a little good while they were there what with the saving of the alligators and finding Bob a job and all that stuff.)
Yeah, Mr. Tuggle, if you aren't the Senator, I'd be really surprised seeing how you seem to be quite interested in what could happen at the lake (and the fact that your shirt at times seems to take on the appearance of an ascot or neckerchief), but turning away from that, have you ever gone fishing before? I'm not judging or anything, but I don't see a tackle box and it looks like you're holding what could be a dowel, a small board, or a pool cue instead of a fishing rod (maybe it's one of those old-timey ones where it's just a stick and some string). Talking about the lake (and seemingly ignoring those two geese that seem to be having more than a little trouble flying), Ben mentions that while canoes are all well and good, no one wants to carry a canoe through the forest, and it would seem that Paradise Lake might be isolated from the road, making planes the only way that most people are able to reach it. Uh oh, Mark. Ben is make some good points there, and if Mr. Tuggle is the Senator, you can bet that that sort of thing is going to weigh heavily on his mind...or maybe not. I mean, if people are bringing their big boats to the lake, there obviously has to be some way to get said boats to the lake (like say, a road?). Oh my, things are starting to get complicated.
Meanwhile, as Mark and Tim talk and talk about the lake and surrounding area, we actually get to see this area of wonderful wildlife and the people associated with it, mainly Ben and Mr. Tuggle (who if I had to guess, just might be that other Senator). Looks like Mr. Tuggle is a regular at the Paradise Lake camp (which is just a stone's throw away from Crystal Lake, but nobody talks about that and you won't see it mentioned in the brochure), where the fishing is exceptional. Oh, if only Mark had taken Rusty here instead of that den of horrors that was the swamp! (Okay, maybe den of horrors is a little bit of an exaggeration and maybe they did do a little good while they were there what with the saving of the alligators and finding Bob a job and all that stuff.)
Yeah, Mr. Tuggle, if you aren't the Senator, I'd be really surprised seeing how you seem to be quite interested in what could happen at the lake (and the fact that your shirt at times seems to take on the appearance of an ascot or neckerchief), but turning away from that, have you ever gone fishing before? I'm not judging or anything, but I don't see a tackle box and it looks like you're holding what could be a dowel, a small board, or a pool cue instead of a fishing rod (maybe it's one of those old-timey ones where it's just a stick and some string). Talking about the lake (and seemingly ignoring those two geese that seem to be having more than a little trouble flying), Ben mentions that while canoes are all well and good, no one wants to carry a canoe through the forest, and it would seem that Paradise Lake might be isolated from the road, making planes the only way that most people are able to reach it. Uh oh, Mark. Ben is make some good points there, and if Mr. Tuggle is the Senator, you can bet that that sort of thing is going to weigh heavily on his mind...or maybe not. I mean, if people are bringing their big boats to the lake, there obviously has to be some way to get said boats to the lake (like say, a road?). Oh my, things are starting to get complicated.
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