I didn't get much fishing done at Cass Lake last week but I did go swimming with Dad.As you can see, Dad loves his rubber Shakespeare duck.
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Wherein an unemployed reporter tries to catch as many fish as possible in a futile quest to avoid thinking about the dismal state of journalism or his dwindling bank balance
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Well I'll be, isn't this just the shnizzle. You and pops have the same big smile! Did he teach you how to fish?
I've never seen my Dad touch a fishing rod or, for that matter, a live fish. He has always seemed a bit puzzled by my enthusiasm for the sport.
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