By the river side, a wild tempered man fishing one October afternoon.His first experience- much to his own surprise.How challenging after accepting a bet he would supply fish for dinner.Patience lacking, mind muddling- then cursing, yet surrending he would not.Four hours passed- only one miserable fish.His pride to swallow.A lesson he would never forget.
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