I remember my dad’s little boat. It was nothing more than a rowboat, really, but he had a small engine on it and could fish from it for hours. In a night expedition in search of catfish, which grew to 20 or 30 pounds in our local lake, we sat in the darkness on the quiet lake. Our gas lantern attracted every bug within miles and I was more interested in avoiding the bugs than in catching a massive catfish. Dad . . .
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