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The shimmering water could not hide the prize, a sunny day and laughter fill the air, the occasional "plop" sound quiets down the crowd, a wide-eyed boy's first time casting into the water, first cast -- first fish No kidding! What more could you ask for? I sat back and watched remembering my first cast-- I let go of the pole... Oops! I sat there remembering and laughing as the young boy's dad helped unhook the reluctant fish. The joy of a time bringing so many memories to so many people... and a smile to one with "butterfingers".

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