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Each of the past few years my friend Ken has asked me if I want to go fishing on opening day of trout season. I always say “yes” when I secretly mean “not really.”
Don’t get me wrong, I love fishing with Ken.
Dear Fishing Gods:
It’s me, Mark Fiorentino, your humble and dedicated servant. Hopefully you recognize me and, at least in some small way, distinguish me from the rest of your numerous followers.
I fish a lot, sometimes alone, sometimes with my kids or friends. Sometimes in local bass tournaments, I’ve traveled great distances to fish, working to fulfill my dream of fishing in every state with my son.
I suppose there are lots of times in life when you don’t need to know exact numbers. The length of my driveway in inches, the number of cookies I had for dessert and the amount I spent on THE PANHANDLER (a double-edged, single-action, fish-filleting piece of genius that I have never used) all come to mind.