Competitive Spirit
Jun 12, 2018
3 minutes
Daniel Harding Jr.
As a kid, fishing meant standing at the end of the dock at the local marina and casting until my arms felt like they were about to fall off. My brother would be at one end and I would be at the other—the battle lines clearly drawn. We jerked our snapper poppers with abandon, our eyes looking for the swirl of a predator in chase.
“,” I shouted
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