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Way,way back in the 1900's, the 1950's my Grandfather took me fishing at Pilgrim Pond in North Truro. The pond is at the bottom of a hill on top of which he lived. I must have been 4 or 5 years old. We caught horned pout. I learned my first real swears when a 'pout stabbed him! When he and my Grandmother passed and the house sold I missed my chance to get one of those old cane poles.Tarred line, cork bobber... I'm still kicking myself for that.
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