Over Christmas Break, my Dad and I scouted the marsh that we own. We slipped on wader and went trudging through the thick, heavy muck. It was during a time of unusually warm weather and I stupidly had two pair of over-alls on. It was a workout and I had not been that exhausted since football practice. Getting home I devoured my supper and got seconds. I slept well that night but I felt sore in the morning.
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