It felt like Spring this morning. Not the temperature. No, it was freezing. But that smell. And the angle of the sun. And the way the clouds just barely hung over the pond, not a breath of wind to disrupt them. There were some robins in my front yard, contently plucking away at grubs in […]
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It’s March 1st, a Friday, and I called in sick, partly because I heard the ‘bows in one of the Cape kettle ponds had started to wake from their groggy sleepwalk, and partly because March 1st is generally the time of year in which I’d do anything to feel the tug on the end […]
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A fishing season has lots of firsts. There’s a pond by my parent’s house–more so a cranberry bog reservoir than a pond– that’s generally the site of a few season firsts. Some years back, on a warmish Sunday night in March, my Dad, my fiance and I decided to stop by the “Rock Pond” (we […]
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At some point during my first hungover day of 2018 (which, not-so-oddly enough, turned out to be the first day of 2018) I began thinking about resolutions. Lying in bed, sipping on a Gatorade, I jotted some things down on a piece of paper. Yes, the words “New Years Resolution” makes me gag a little […]
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