No licenses needed for the little guys to fish
and Gayle seemed to take a liking to Anders,
the local cricket-catcher scouring washrooms & showers.
So she taught the boys to cast, keep their eyes on the bobber,
but no action at that end results in lots of action at the casting end.
Sitting nearby watching Laars prep for casting sent me quickly back
to childhood memories of fishing with my dad.
Hooks stuck in eyebrows.
I repositioned myself at a further distance.
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Unfortunately very few can say the same. Well sad!