The day was dark and gray with a storm brewing in the near distance. The low rumble of thunder could be heard as black clouds slowly drifted by. However, the storm didn't matter to us because my dad always said that the fish bite better when it's raining. On that day, it was true. As the cool rain soaked our clothes, and the fresh clear water
A Fishing Trip With My Dad
May 28, 2024
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