A Different Kind of Fish Story
On the first day of Lake Nipissing's 1980 pickerel season, a member of my group--who is an avid fisherman--was hauling firewood. He knew a large supply was needed to heat his home during the coming winter.
After filling his trailer for a third trip, he sat on the tailgate for a rest. As he sat there enjoying the beautiful spring day, he pondered the bad luck of having to work on this day, of all days.
While he sat there, contemplating the changes in his life since he had joined AA, he caught, out of the corner of his eye, a movement in the trees to his right. Turning his head...
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