Saltwater Fishing
It wasn’t long before my rod bowed over, the clicker screaming. I grabbed it and felt that first surge of power, something pulling harder than anything I’d ever tangled with inshore. It turned out to be a drum. Not a big one by OBX standards, but big enough to make me sweat and grin ear to ear when I slid him onto the sand. That happened a couple more times that first day, which made it far better than I expected. On the way back to our hotel, I thought hard about the day and realized I didn’t catch those fish because I was a great fisherman. I caught them because I was in a great fishing place, and that’s what truly made the day memorable. Later that night, my college friends and I kicked back, filling up on the fish we’d caught while each of us took turns telling our version of the day’s stories and making predictions about how tomorrow would be even better.
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