You know that moment? Sun beating down. Line limp in the water. You’ve stared at that bobber so long you’re questioning life choices—Did I insult a fish in a past life? Is my bait secretly boring? I was there once, slumped over my tackle box like a man mourning a lost cause, when an old-timer with saltwater in his veins …
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