I caught my first fish when I was a second grader when a family friend invited me to go fishing with him.
Geared up with cane poles and a can of worms, we went to a local pond filled with stunted bluegills. The action was fast with the bobbers going down seconds after I lowered the heavy pole. Fun, exciting – sure, but that wasn’t what sealed the deal for me to become a life-long fisherman. That came when my grandparents took me to “the river” to go fishing. “We’ll catch us some fish for supper,” grandpa said.
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