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My father took me once to Great Pond in Eastham in a leaky row boat when I was seven or eight. He wouldn't bait the hook or touch the rod in case the Fish & Game guy was looking from the bushes, because he didn't have a license. I clearly remember that day.
Then they bought me a Zebco push button reel with a tin of fifty hooks and some weight and I was off and running. I wasn't ten yet when they let me walk to and then ride my bike to all the ponds and fish them. Muddy Pond, Herring Pond and all the others in Eastham. It was a great time in my life. I just wished I realize that more then than now.
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