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The next morning, my mom suggested fishing. She had two simple hand lines—just hooks, weights, and line wrapped on notched sticks. She baited her hook with a piece of bread and cast it into a quiet pool. Within five minutes, she pulled out a small but respectable bluegill.

“The GPS says this road, but I mapped a shortcut,” he announced. Camp With Mom And My Annoying Friend Who Wants ...

“This fire is working fine,” my mom said, skewering a hot dog. The next morning, my mom suggested fishing

“I was optimizing its gill function,” he muttered. The next morning