Freshwater Fishing
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I remember a beautiful fall day in 1968. I was only 12 years old when my grandfather agreed to a fishing trip with one of his many brothers, and he invited me to go along. The destination was South Carolina’s Santee Cooper, not far from where his brothers lived, and the word was out that Santee Cooper was a fishing hot spot. After several warnings and half-serious threats aimed at my grandfather, my mother finally gave in and allowed me to go. Until then, I had only fished in small ponds and little creeks, always with my grandfather. But things were about to change. I was going to a place where catfish were said to be monsters, and bass would strike on nearly every cast.
That day is one I’ll never forget. The fishing was everything I dreamed it would be, even for a little kid. My first trip to Santee Cooper was the day I decided I would become a fisherman, and I did. It was a life-changing experience that shaped who I became. Fishing became my passion, doing it, talking about it, teaching it, and, for the past 12 years, writing about it.
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