The eyes of the first big northern pike I ever saw looked to be a foot apart.
Just moments before, I thought my grandfather was trying to free his line from weeds, but now I was staring at a monster. Grandpa had worked the fish to the boat in a calm and deliberate fashion, probably in the hope of keeping the 10-year-old version of me unaware of the big moment in my life that was about to happen.
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