Life is too short to put off what matters
For pretty much all of my life I have been out-fished by some of my good friends. Who needs friends like that?
It seems like I should have dropped the sport or those friends in favor of maintaining my personal dignity a long time ago.
But I didn’t. My friends and my fishing have always been too important to me.
My fishing humiliation started with my best childhood friend, Tom. Tom and I fished together a lot starting in grammar school. We would fish the same water using the same bait. And he would out-fish me. He did it consistently. It was rude.
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