I love to fish, especially river fishing in Colorado. Unfortunately, I have struggled desperately to find a good trout river here in Michigan (at least anywhere within my grasp). I remember when I was just about five out on my first fishing trip with my step dad. I had just received a brand new cool yellow fishing pole that day, I was so excited. We went to the lake and I put my first worm on a hook and after a few practice throws I cast my pole way out there, had to be at least three or four feet. I sat for a while, and nothing. I sat for a longer while, still nothing. I must have sat there all day long, and nothing. So after the first five minutes I bored with the process, as kids tend to do, and I set my pole down on the ground to get a sandwich. Of course, that’s when something finally happened. And in a flash my pole was skipping around the bottom of the lake never to be seen again, I was devastated. I learned my lesson though and never lost a pole like that again. At least not more than one more. Definitely no more than two or three.

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