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After going from a compulsive fishaholic who probably wrecked my marriage through fishing (and other things), I have been looking at things in a new light.
Now my brother (who unbenounced to everybody but me, used to need a gun to the head to throw a line in the water up until three years ago) is the maniac, and I just plain out love to fish. I have the ultimate dream every time I have a line in the water.
Strangely enough, I don't catch as many fish as I used to...
But I actually think I like fishing much more now. It's very weird...
If I'm fishing I'm happy. The catching doesn't mean so much anymore.
Still fun to catch a big one, though.
Later,
Rick
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