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  • Some of my happiest memories are from fishing at South Meadow at Raquette Lake, NY, when I was a kid. We rented a canoe for the summer, and every night, we would dig worms, collect grasshoppers crickets and mussels, and store them safely for the next morning in the bear cooler. Then, in the morning, we would quietly slip out under the back of the old army wall tent, paddle our canoe to South Meadow, and fish.

    We always (almost always) came back with fish, perch, bluegills, pumpkinseeds (very rarely, a trout). By the time we got back, my parents would be crawling out of their sleeping bags. We'd clean the fish and my mother would fry them up with the bacon and we'd feast before the remaining adventures of the day.

    I remember sunshine on water, sun-warmed, tanned skin, fresh breezes, reflections of trees, and the excitement of the strike. I remember splashing each other with our paddles when it got too hot. And I remember mosquitoes humming out over the water to find us, and our feeding them to the fish for free.

    I've never had a fishing license as an adult. I wonder if I would like it now.

    Photo by me at Corning Glassworks in Corning, NY
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