“Regular readers of this column are familiar with my failed attempts to master the art of fishing. For an outdoors writer, the only thing more terrifying than returning from a fishing trip empty-handed is the prospect of sitting down to write a newspaper article about it. Last November, I treated readers to a 1,000 word essay about getting skunked at Horseshoe Springs. Earlier this year, I struggled to muster up a face-saving way to recount a fruitless ice-fishing venture. Whether it’s bad technique, bad luck, or a combination of both, I have become somewhat hesitant to write articles about fishing.”
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