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Personal Narrative: Anglers Are Truly Athletes
This season I was confronted on social media questioning if anglers are truly athletes. I remember sitting behind my computer screen, my jaw dropped and steam likely rising from my ears. I gained my composure and decided to ask him if he had ever tournament fished before I jumped up on my soap box and started telling him why he was so wrong, but what he followed up with just knocked me off my box mid step . “Well no I work for a living”. After brushing myself off I knew I had an opportunity to maybe open this mans eyes up or maybe a few other people lurking and watching this conversation with their bowl of popcorn. First I opened up with telling him I do not know many tournament anglers that do not have a job, it is not a cheap sport between

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