Saltwater Fishing
As the night went on, the conversation slowly shifted back to our days at UNC. With the laughter growing louder, the stories stretched further than an Outer Banks buoy. It was one of those great nights with old friends, and before we knew it, our phones reminded us it was nearly 9:00 p.m., time for bed. Over the next two days we caught redfish and blues in good numbers, and before long we started to feel like real anglers. But on the last day, things got quieter. Each of us realized this year’s Outer Banks trip was almost over. In just a few hours we’d be heading back to the real world, a world of traffic, bills, and all the responsibilities that don’t exist on the Outer Banks. The same Outer Banks where, year after year, I still come to spend time with the same friends I knew as kids, friends who, like me, are now fathers and even grandfathers. this year’s Outer Banks trip was almost over. In just a few hours we’d be heading back to the real world, a world of traffic, bills, and all the responsibilities that don’t exist on the Outer Banks. The same Outer Banks where, year after year, I still come to spend time with the same friends I knew as kids, friends who, like me, are now fathers and even grandfathers. Every trip to the Outer Banks teaches me something new. This time I learned that, while it’s one of the greatest fishing spots in the world, it’s also a special place where memories and friendships grow more valuable with every year. Those memories are priceless.
S ee you next year, North Carolina Outer Banks. I love you!
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