Pandapocalypse S1e2part1 A knack for communism! (TftC)
Some cans of food, in front of the general store, a few thrown about, and broken fishing poles, in front of the: "hunts hunting emporium" that had been owned by a nice old man named frank. a few broken bottles lay in front of the bar.
River's Course
He picked up his fishing pole, heading toward the softly gurgling noise behind his house. the straw hut was more or less a mud and stick structure with palm leaves thatched together to form the cover. as the otter walked, he felt a presence behind him.
The Beginning Of Xrohne Chapter #3
So he turned back to the river and extended his fishing pole. he then reached down, opened the tackle box, took out some bait, and attached it to the fishing line along with a bobber. he then cast it out into the river.
Oak in Grey Hollow - 1
The creaking of wheels accompanied it, and she left her makeshift fishing pole on the ground as she crept through the grass towards the road.
No Pants, Only Masks
Jak arrived a moment later, approaching the dock while holding his own deku stick turned fishing pole. there was a clacking motion, and calex's fishing pole smacked into jak's stick.
DREADWOLF Chapter 7
She ran away, snatching up the fishing pole and rushing back to the rock where she turned her back to him. he grumbled about personal space but decided to let it lie.
Tales of Mulgore - Chapter 3: Shadows of the past
I pulled out the lure of my fishing pole, letting out a sigh as i noticed it was empty.
Natalie's Story Chapter 2 Part 3 (The Recovery Factor)
By the time they had walked from the entrance room everybody was with them holding a fishing pole and some drinks.
Shine
Esteban grinned and sat down, pulling out a fishing pole from under a seat. "good luck, senor. i would warn you of the fish and other things that bite, but it would seem unimportant." "i'd like that. it's been a while since breakfast."
Bitten- Chapter 1
We can eat sooner that way" he said, grabbing his fishing pole, and resting it on his shoulder. he unzipped the door to the tent and walked out.
Murder Noir. Part One.
There comes a time in every man's life when he takes pride in something that is his. for some, its his car, for others it's there fishing pole collection. for me, its my office. i am old fashioned sort of guy.
camping the right way
"sure....but i didn't see any fishing poles..." xander panted out softly. "well that's why i'm gonna teach you guys how to spear fish."