A Fisherman Born

by William Crisp

“Come on! Let’s go…we’re gonna get in trouble,” My brother beckoned. I knew It was late…too late, especially when my brother wanted to quit fishing.

He picked up his gear and started walking. A shiver of fear ran down my back; as his big brother I knew I would really be in trouble if I allowed him to walk home alone. The wind was coming straight in off of Lake Michigan and the drizzle was stinging my face, we had already missed the set time to be home for dinner…it was time to quit but I bargained for one more cast.


(Full story in the Cameron County Echo on the news stand)

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