pramsay posted on September 16, 2008 19:42

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There they were - fishermen (or fishers if you like) returning to their vehicles after dark, packing their rods and tackle into their trunks. Even if they did catch a few big ones, was the pain and mess worth it?
Black flies, mosquitoes, and moths swarming that fish hole. And then consider the scratches from the low branches, scrapes from slipping off a slimy rock, bleeding index finger from a hook jab and then sticky and stinky from the hot humid summer evening. But yet, some people just love every minute of it. Some are up before sunrise and others are there still fishing at dusk.
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