Though it's only two years in the making, our annual deep sea fishing trip was great. Originated in Cabo San Lucas and continued in Gili Trawangan Indonesia, Jake and I had a blast. We didn't catch anything more than a nice morning buzz, but our adventure was just what we hoped for. A time of bro-mance. Where the vodka and beer run rampant, where swear words float seemlessly, and where manly stories of women are overly embellished in confidence. It's where we go to dream, speak freely, and bond. Jake and I have an unspoken pact that's probably worthy of being a highly acclaimed bechmark for others to envy. It's deep rooted and fares the storms, quakes, and landlsides so common in brotherhood. The fish were nowhere to be seen. Not a single bite. We never changed lures either. Supposedly a result of the turbulent sea and forthcoming storm but who knows? None-the-less, our deep-sea fishing fix was satiated and we were both content from having caught up on life. We have upheld a high standard of fishing in paradise, one that can't be trumped...only matched. It is by this standard that we shall continue building our friendhsip for the many years to follow. Here's to us bro! Forever growing and forever fishing!
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