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West of Broken Bow | When dad's health was good, there was a certain lake he and I fished for years. I first began fishing it back in the early 1990's with various friends. After dad became ill I gave up angling. Wasn't sure I would ever go back to the same waters if or when I picked up a rod & reel again.
Well, after going through a very trying experience over the summer, I needed to get away. Found myself fishing near that same lake, though this time I didn't actually go to the lake. As much as I tried to enjoy it, it simply wasn't the same. The same joy wasn't there anymore. Today I visited a part of the lake where a departed friend and I had once fished quite a bit. Seemed eerily foreign almost. The memories are all still very vivid. But that's all there is.... | |
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It's so true, you can't go back again
