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Dad's loss....
Timmah,
My father, long gone, was always perplexed by my accumulation of fishing gear: he never fished, but worked hard all of his life providing for the family....a very kind soul. "Why do you need all this?" he'd ask, pointing at the roof of my truck; "You can only use one rod at a time."
He never fished a day in his life. Wonderful memories, I was very fortunate.
Sorry, Timmah, death is most often a very bitter pill.
Best wishes,
apito
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