Anglers Journal

Memory-Maker

was 13 years old. We were fishing 30 miles south of Long Island, New York, and I was on the reel. Fresh off my freshman wrestling season, I was strong and cocky in a way only high school boys can be. I cranked for all I was worth, but it was obvious to the rest of the team in the cockpit that I was competing outside my weight

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