Daddy took me on another fishing trip this fall. I sat in the backpack and squealed with delight every time daddy hooked a fish. Thankfully that fly whizzing by my head never caught me. I heard daddy remark something like "The angling fever is a very real disease and can only be cured by the application of cold water and fresh, untainted air." Every time I see a fish I shout trout and daddy smiles and laughs. Am I coming down with something?
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