When I was a little kid, I went on some fabulous fishing trips onto Watauga Lake, which were easily the best weeks of my summer. I was always confident that I would catch something that day. When my dad wasn’t around, I walked down to the lake with my fishing tackle and spend the whole morning and early afternoon casting my line. I never caught anything, but the whole thing was so relaxing but it didn’t matter to me. It was the perfect fishing trip for a little kid.

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