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I feel for you BMD. When my parents dropped me off at a lake or pier..."see you later" meant we're not coming back for you punk until the agreed upon time...usually at the very end of the day. They wouldn't know if I was going to be dead or alive, have a broken leg or a hook stuck in my hand. Back then, there were no cell phones or pagers...If the weather was bad, sorry. If the fishing sucked, I threw rocks at the ducks. If I wasn't catching and others were, I'd put on my sad puppy dog face and steal as much information as I could from them...the chance to fish HARD came when I got my first car! Good luck to you. Jim
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