“Throw that one back. He’s not a keeper.” Memories of fishing with my dad linger in my mind. A girly pre-teen, I refused to bait the hook with worms. Real ones. Rubber worms I could
Read more“Throw that one back. He’s not a keeper.” Memories of fishing with my dad linger in my mind. A girly pre-teen, I refused to bait the hook with worms. Real ones. Rubber worms I could
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