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DICK GAYNER
BOBBY
COOTE
d i stant memory until its j o g g ed a ga i n a n d yo u re m emb e r yo u
wanted to fish somewhere o r wa n te d to a t l e as t c h e c k i t o u t .
T h at’s exactly what happ en e d to t hi s la ke ; a s my b oy gre w
u p and then my partner als o gave bi r th to o u r l i t t le g i rl , t h i s
p l ace became a bit of a dista n t m em o r y, a n d I j u s t fo rg o t ab o u t
g o ing there.
That was until around ab o u t 2 0 1 5 wh en a f r i e n d o f m i n e wa s
working just a stone’s th row f ro m t he l ake , a n d o f te n u s e d
to walk around the lake i n h i s l u n ch bre aks . O n o n e s u m m er
a f ternoon, I received a pho n e c a ll f ro m my f r i e n d , an d h e wa s
te lling me that he was walk i n g th e l ake a n d s e e i n g q u i te a fe w
m i d double sized fish in th e ed g e . N ow th i s b ro u gh t b a ck s o m e
m emories, and I was tellin g h i m ab o u t t h e ti m e s I us e d to t ake
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