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It was defiantely my dad. He loved to fish on the lake where we still have a cottage in southern New Hampshire. I don;t remember the first time that he showed me how to fish but I remember many days fishing with him when I was very young. These are some of my favorite memmories with my Dad (lost him in 2006). He loved to tell peole how I would sit on our dock for hours at only 4 years old waiting for a fish to bite. Here is a picture he took of my first trophy at that very same age (yellow perch, 1972). Quite the lunker hey?!?!?!
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