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I was fishing a pond on a golf course when I was about 10, maybe a mile from my house which I biked to with my little green tackle box and rod(still have that rod). Anyway, I decided that I wanted to try a different spot on the other side which I had never been to, was completely overgrown and full of thorns and red ants on the cat tails. As I never minded mud(used to be a little bit of a swamp rat when I was a kid), I trudged through all this crap to find just this tiny little opening. I knew it was special, it was secluded and the water dropped off right from the bank. There was even a fallen tree that I figured would have to have turtles and frogs and fish(I really didn't care what I caught back then). Anyway, I got out there and started to open my tackle box to see which of my kmart bucktails and borrowed Gold's Fish lures and rubber worms might work when I heard this old guy say "hey, what are you doing here?" Scared the crap out of me. I thought I was gonna be in trouble, but instead he came over with his gear, asked if he could see what I was using, then showed me a big white bucket with a bunch of bait fish in it. He was nice enough to let me stay, as long as I didn't tell anyone about "his" spot. I ended up catching a few "monster" sunfish, which made me happy. Never told anyone about the spot, not because I didn't want to, but because he was nice to me, showed an interest in a "fellow angler" and didn't run me off. I still think about that sometimes when guys encroach on me and "my" spots
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