March 17, 2005. View from northeast Minneapolis.
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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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Aww, I know this view. My first angled Northern was fifteen pounds. I caught it out of a spear hole in the dead of winter, 1986. Braided camo line. My heart just pounded thinking I might lose it before I could reel that sucker in. It looked right up at me and then proceeded to play tag. Fried up those thumping cutlets that night. I was on the 7th Crow Wing by Nevis, MN
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