Tragic Fishing Moments 



a good fish successfully hooked and taken, for it was 

 my last day in the North woods. 



I sighed, looked sheepishly at the guide, and tried 

 to smile. 



Indignation, disdain and disgust were registered in 

 his look. Then he spat viciously a copious supply of 

 the juice of Adam's Standard on the gunwale and 

 remarked: "Aw, Hell!" 



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