The Drake

Earning It

MY SON’S FACE was barely visible with his hood pulled tight around his head. But from what I could tell, he looked as attentive as a 7-year-old could be. Ten minutes earlier, I’d suggested he pass on this fish. But to my surprise, he decided this bluegill was the one.

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