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Jan 2016
A sport as old as time itself. Many trophies have been placed on a shelf. Many stories have spawned grand tales. Some went looking for a minnow and found a whale. Others fish for the livelihood. A bad day of fishing can be better than a hard days work. To be in the elements and enjoy the open air. To just be on the water has something primal in it. To know that we are connecting with our own past. Fishing will go on for generations as long as there is a line or net to be cast.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  57/M/Atlanta Georgia
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