I recall a dreamy summer, a small boat and never-ending days of great fishing. If I ever felt the need to go in, I promised myself just one more cast. Hundreds of casts later, I would suddenly find myself in the middle of a pitch-black Webber Lake with a chorus of coyotes curiously timed for effect. 

On one . . .

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