A buddy of mine and I were hired to work at the club when we turned 14.. our first jobs, and we were the first two kids of members that they took on. We played a ton of junior golf together, but also hunted and fished together a good bit. One morning we snuck ultralights in our bags and made our way to fish the pond on 10 and 3.. my largest shell cracker to date was in that pond, they were grown up back then. Like any good thing it went away.. we had a gaggle of junior golfers a couple years younger than us catch word. They went at it with no sense, and old grumpy men in the 80s had zero use for that. I still think about fishing those ponds, but I know they're not the same.
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