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My "Why" - Bass fishing and Real Estate

Saturday, December 15

I grew up bass fishing on my Grandaddy’s pond. It was surrounded by tall pine trees and it had a spillway in the middle. It was down a red dirt road. It smelled like fish slime; or maybe the boat did, but that is what I smell in my memory. It smells like heaven to me. Those steamy summer day...