I can remember getting up early, crazy early for three special occasions: a father son fishing trip (I was in 5th grade, we caught a crooked fish), a fishing trip on my 16th birthday (it snowed in N.D. in May, but we still went fishing), and then my first hunting trip. All three times I can remember thinking this is crazy. This would make a fourth...
In the wise words of scuttle, "We're out to discovah!"
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