I came from a longline of fishermen and boatbuilders, the art of survival was learned in fishin the muddy flats and shallow bayou's during the day and castnetting and gigging along the sawgrass at night, while the red eyes of the gator was upon me. The northern wind would deprive mosquitos of their prey while sandgnats paid no attention. Another day done as the red sunset would cast it's glare across the sawgrass prairie and the shadow of darkness would take it's place. Sincerely, Ivan Daniels.
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