Growing up summering in Maine, the curmudgeon found that fishing in the harbor was about the most boring thing in a kid's life.
Even though it inadventurtanty produced a delightful free dinner of fresh flounder,it required patience that no little kid had. Had the water not been 50 degrees, he would have simple dived overboard and swum home.
But, boy, that flounder was good.
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