Anglers Journal

A Bass Fisherman Adjusts His Vision to a Darker View of the World

A half-assed cast and my four-dollar crankbaithangs from a stump like a Christmas ornament.I tighten the line andturn my head too late and feel piercing steel.My right eye explodes with something worse than pain.The world sliced in half, I fall to my knees.Hands slide in slime and blood of dying fish.The bass boat rocks under melike the whole world has given way.

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