first fish
Jun 25, 2019
3 minutes
BY DOUGLAS SCOTT CLARK STURGIS, MICHIGAN
ILLUSTRATION BY E. B. LEWIS
UST SWIRLED UP around my feet as I followed my father down the country road. At seven years old, I was on my way to fish the river for the very first time. I paused for a moment, took the cane pole from my shoulder and stood it in front of me, just as I imagined Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer doing, I thought. I hoped I would be so lucky. My uncle Frank, another fine fisherman, said you needed a lot of luck to catch fish.
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