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JOHN ANDERSON
WHEN IT’S
YOUR TURN
Having an opportunity to wri te a b o u t yo u r l i fe l o n g p a s s i o n
i s about as good as it gets re al ly. M y i n te re st i n f i s h i n g s t a rte d
when I was just six. Dad ha d s how n m e a p i c t u re o f a c arp h e ’ d
c a ught . Of course, I nagge d hi m re le n t le s sly th a t ye a r to t a ke
m e. I think we all rememb e r t h at f i r s t t r i p, p ro b a b ly b e t te r
t h an others. For me, it was b e i n g wo ke n a t 5 am , u n awa re o f i t
t h e night before. “No scho o l to d ay, s o n ! We ’re g o i n g f i s h i n g ! ”
We set off to a place Pip p i n g fo rd wh ere t h i s c a r p ha d b ee n
c a ught , arriving at the ca r p a rk f ul l o f exc i te m en t . A s i l e n t
e a rly morning walk aroun d t he la ke l o o k i n g fo r fe e di n g f i s h
a p parently was one key to su c c es s . Try i ng to b e a s q u i e t a s I
c o uld, we set up our rods we ll b ac k f ro m th e wa te r. I c u t my
te eth with a float while D ad la un c h e d s au s ag e me a t a n d b re a d
p a ste baits to a reed bed th a t s e em ed s o fa r away. M y f i rs t f i s h
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