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So we’ve set our lines, checked our bait, fished, and headed back in with a whopper.
I’d been dethroned as champion.
But it couldn’t have happened to a nicer fella. And he was so tickled that he beat Catfish Charlie he insisted on taking a picture.
I got lots of fish for the ministry…and met a nice young man. But next year…
I’m taking my title back!!