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This is my darter. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My darter is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
My darter, without me, is useless. Without my darter, I am useless. I must cast my darter true. I must cast straighter than my enemy who is trying to crowd me. I must hook up before he hooks up. I WILL...
My darter and myself know that what counts in fishing is not the casts we take, the noise of our drag, nor the footprints we make. We know that it is the slam that counts. WE WILL SLAM...
My darter is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its swivels and its 6x hooks. I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage as I will ever guard my legs, my arms, my eyes and my heart against damage. I will keep my darter clean and ready. We will become part of each other. WE WILL...
Before God, I swear this creed. My darter and myself are the defenders of this rip. We are the masters of our prey. WE ARE THE SAVIORS OF MY LIFE.
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