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A fish tale
I gained most of my fishing experience from my step dad Roy, who would take me on the weekly early Saturday morning trip to Sky Lake in Chesapeake, Ohio. It was a medium-sized pay lake, and the thing I loved most about it was the fact that the bait shop was the only place in the known (at least to me at that time) universe where I could get an ice-cold bottle of Teem soda pop. Our lunch would usually consist of a couple of pop-open cans of Beenie Weenies (not heated, mind you) or potted meat sandwiches.
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