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Northern lake takes the cake

He’d been hinting at it for about a week; edging ever closer to what I’d hoped would be the ultimate question and result in the day I’ve been waiting for since the smooth-talking outdoorsman first put a minnow on my fishing hook.

“I was thinking about going trout fishing this weekend. Would you like to go along?” he said from the other end of the phone line.

There would be no trying to contain my inner child-like glee this time; no hiding my absolute enthusiasm at the prospect of landing a fighting machine—cousin to a salmon.

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