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I remember when I got the first taste for fishing.
As a very young boy I had bugged my Mother for a very long time to take me fishing. So one day she finally loaded me up in the car and took me down to the dock at Ponce Inlet where she rented me a fishing pole. As a front was quickly approaching my Mother encouraged me to come inside and I kept saying no to her. I sat...