Many years ago I flipped a canoe in the Wisconsin River while fishing with my Dad. While we recovered most of our items I managed to lose my large tackle-box. This tackle box had been with me most of my life and had probably 75% of my fishing gear in it. I mourned that loss and the many lures I had in the box. The ones that caught trophy fish, the ones gifted to me at Christmas as a child. All were gone.
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