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Date: May 20, 2019 Body of Water: Waquoit Bay, Falmouth, Massachusetts Boat: Maritime 1480 With: Alone Target: Striped Bass Time: 6 AM - 9 AM Conditions: Overcast but clearing; building tide, southerly wind well in excess of 15 mph; another Small Craft Advisory. I launched into the slack, low tide, and returned to my little area where the Childs River enters Eel Pond. The bite was pretty slow to start; after a brief flurry at about 6:30 AM, it was a slow grind until 8:30 AM or so, at which point I'd landed "just" 6 stripers to 23 inches for the morning. As the growing tide increased in velocity, the fishing picked up, and an additional six fish fell for the jig and fluke before 9 AM. At that point, conditions were clear and bright, and it was time to pick up my visitor for the day. K was visiting from Boston! We'd not fished together in nearly a year, and she was looking forward to catching some fish! Date: May 20, 2019 Body of Water: Waquoit Bay, Falmouth, Massachusetts Boat: Maritime 1480 With: K! Target: Striped Bass Time: 11:30 AM - 3:30 PM Conditions: Clear and bright; building tide until 1 PM or so, and then falling; southerly wind well in excess of 15 mph; another Small Craft Advisory. We were both in a great mood as we made our way down the Childs River. We don't see each other enough, we hadn't fished together in about a year, it was a bright and sunny day, and I knew there were some stripers to catch! K opted to use the jig and fluke in a bid to optimize her bites and chances at catching a few stripers. I chose to complement her presentation and "go big" with the popper. I missed a nice one almost immediately, and K totally outfished me for the session. The stripers were shy about eating the topwater (although we enjoyed several splashy misses), but seemed willing to take her slowly-presented jig. I also caught a single bass on a smallish Hogy paddle tail swim-bait. While these mid-day bass were on the small side, we were having fun! When we lost the tide and the bite slowed, we decided to explore a little bit. As we neared Eel Pond Outlet, we noticed a few birds working over some bait on a sandbar. K threw out her jig and connected with a 20-inch striper in a new spot! The wind-driven tide was really piling super-clear water into the outlet at this point, and we carefully worked visible current seams and eddies to no avail. I switched to a heavier, bottom-oriented presentation (1-ounce Crippled Herring tin) and got touched on my first cast. I failed to hook up, but my next cast got thanked hard as I swung the lure along bottom with the current. This turned out to be a hard-fighting, beautifully bright 21-incher. What a cap to a nice day! What do I have to say about this? The day's fishing had been a bit of a grind, but this will be the day from this trip that I will remember. K's presence and our care-free afternoon were gifts. The day also brought a couple of goals into focus; with a half-day of fishing still available to me, I'd caught 97 stripers, of which 93 had been captured from my new boat. Clearly, the next demanded that I catch at least 3 stripers (100 for the trip) and preferably at least 7 (100 for the new Maritime.) While truly meaningless, goals such as these provide some fun motivation for me; I formed and accepted these challenges willingly. Pondering the questions of core essence and finding meaning in unexpected ways
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Date: May 19, 2019 Body of Water: Waquoit Bay, Falmouth, Massachusetts Boat: Maritime 1480 With: Alone Target: Striped Bass Time: 5:30 AM - 9:30 AM Conditions: Clear, but clouding over; strong and persistent southerly wind The wind kept me at the junction of Childs River and Eel Pond. I'd started my day a bit earlier, hoping to capitalize on a strong topwater bite. Despite that plan, I had more obvious refusals than hookups to start, and the catching started slowly. I turned to the jig/fluke combination to scratch out a few fish. The bite I envisioned commenced at about 7:30 AM. Targeting shallower water near the height of the tide with a slightly smaller and more subtle popper provided an hour or so of excellent action. As that bite fizzled out with the slackening tide, I returned to the fluke and had a slow pick of fish. But these tended to be smaller. With plans to go sailing that afternoon, I stopped at 22 stripers to 22 inches, all in about four hours of effort. Date: May 19, 2019 Body of Water: Bourne Pond Outlet, Falmouth, Massachusetts Boat: None - Surf fishing With: Alone Target: Striped Bass Time: 2:15 PM - 4:30 PM Conditions: Overcast but clearing; strong and persistent southerly wind over 20 mph; mid-falling tide at outlet of Bourne Pond I scored a quick nap while my hosts considered their sailing plans and waited out a line of rain storms. After an hour's delay and some oceanside reconnaissance, it was determined to be too windy to comfortably sail! I knew it was too windy to consider launching my little boat, even in the protected waters of Waquoit Bay. But, with the tide starting to fall, I decided it would be an excellent time to try surf fishing at one of the various salt pond outlets. My arrival at Bourne Pond coincided with the strongest portion of the outgoing tide, and a group of birds identified the likely presence of bait. The strong wind and some mung limited my presentation options, and I pretty quickly settled in to throwing a single-hooked, 1-ounce Crippled Herring tin. This lure provided the necessary casting distance with the desired small profile. I concentrated on the outlet current seam and the adjacent white water over a shallow bar. On an initial cast, I felt a tap; and on the next cast, I hooked up. It was the first of four stripers up to 24 inches that I would land here. I missed a couple of fish, too. I'd made another good call; this audible had payed off. I was surprised at how yellow these fish were. The oceanside water was much colder, too, and these fish were a bit lethargic, as compared to the inland fish. What do I have to say about this? Recently at work, we'd been handed a pile of lemons. We managed to turn them into a Turd Sandwich. Here, the wind had handed me another pile of lemons. I'm pleased to think that I turned them into some delicious and refreshing lemonade! Pondering the questions of core essence and finding meaning in unexpected ways Date: May 18, 2019 Body of Water: Waquoit Bay, Falmouth, Massachusetts Boat: Maritime 1480 With: Alone Target: Striped Bass Time: 6:30 AM - 10:30 AM Conditions: Bright and clear with a brisk, but fading wind from the NW; building tide. Once again, I launched at Falmouth's White's Landing on the Childs River. I wasn't sure how I could top the previous day's success, but I managed to land 28 bass to 26 inches in this intense session. Only a couple of early fish fell to the Smack-it popper, with all other bass eating the jighead and fluke. I made a concerted effort to target any visible current seams, and to work at identifying where the bass were holding. The old steelheaders' adage of "following the bubbles" proved useful, as typically these edges offered more bites than other areas. Moreover, my little stretch of water proved to be dynamic, as tide, wind and current interplayed to apparently move the bass around. I even had a little time to explore, but I never found another group of active fish. I left early, because it was time to pick up my host, Uncle M, and hit Buzzard's Bay for the sea bass season opener! Date: May 18, 2019 Body of Water: Buzzards Bay, Bourne, Massachusetts Boat: Maritime 1480 With: Uncle M Target: Sea Bass Time: 12:30 PM - 4:30 PM Conditions: Bright and clear with a brisk, but fading wind from the NW; this swung around to the south and gradually intensified. High Tide for Buzzards Bay was at about 3 PM; the current from the Cape Cod Canal was 2 - 3 knots at the beginning of the trip We launched at Bourne's facility at Monument Beach. Beware, despite the lack of signage, there's a hefty fine here if you are not properly identified as a Bourne resident or non-transient visitor! Regardless, as we approached the main shipping channel at the west end of the Cape Cod Canal, I saw a boat lift what appeared to be a hefty sea bass from the water. We decided to start here. We made a few drifts with the outbound current from about buoys 12 through 16. Working the spoils off the eastern edge of the Canal, we covered depths of about 18 to 40 feet with squid-tipped 2-ounce bucktails. It didn't take long for Uncle M to catch the first fish of the afternoon, a fine porgy (scup) approaching 16 inches. This was not the type of scup I remembered from my youth! We managed a few more scup, smallish sea bass to just over 15 inches and a sea robin in the first hour or so. The wind had diminished to near calm and started to swing to the south. We decided to take advantage of the conditions and make the run to Cleveland Ledge, a known sea bass haunt. As we progressed on our run, we noticed that there didn't seem to be any boats near the ledge marker, and that a group of boats had gathered to the north and east. We stopped short and joined this group in about 35 feet of water to the east of the shipping channel, approximately off Megansett Harbor. The next couple of hours were filled with nibbles, bites and hookups. Repeated drifts (many boats were anchored, but I prefer to drift) yielded a couple more sea robins, a small flounder, a half dozen more sea bass to 16 inches, and probably a dozen more scup, including another really nice one (16 inches.) With the wind continuing to strengthen, we declined the opportunity to continue on to Cleveland Ledge. We played it safe and comfortable and stayed with these fish. We never found the sea bass like we'd hoped (and several boats commented that it was still early and the big ones were likely out deeper), but it was still a very pleasant afternoon. The boat was working out great! My portable sonar was marking well on the drift, and its GPS kept us safe and on-track. We'd iced the two largest scup and the biggest sea bass. I wanted to try to "print" them. As it turned out, one cannot rush art, and the results were not satisfactory. But, after reviewing a YouTube video on "how to clean a god-damned scup", I harvested their meat to the best of my abilities and equipment. A fine meal capped a great day! What do I have to say about this? When that south wind developed, it never relented for the rest of my stay. I never made it out to Buzzards Bay again; I fell a bit short of my Sea Bass Dreams. No complaints, though; despite not aligning with my plans, everything was working out pleasingly. Pondering the questions of core essence and finding meaning in unexpected ways Date: May 17, 2019 Body of Water: Waquoit Bay, Falmouth, Massachusetts Boat: Maritime 1480 - Premier! With: Alone Target: Striped Bass Time: 7 AM - 11:30 AM Conditions: A bit overcast and quiet, but then clearing with a strong (20+ mph) southerly wind developing. Incoming tide for the entire session; low tide was around 5 AM. Having arrived in Falmouth, Massachusetts the day before, having picked up and assembled the new boat, I thought I would start this portion of the trip on a leisurely pace, as I got to know my new Maritime Skiff 1480. But with no alarm set, I was still awake by 4:30 AM, and out of the house shortly after 5:30 AM. I was first to arrive at the ramp (for the second day in a row, and as I would be every day for the rest of the trip), and I had her launched from the Childs River town landing by 6:30 AM. I did not load any fishing gear; I intended to learn the water as I got used to handling my new tiller. When I got to the mouth of Childs River at the head of Eel Pond, I noticed some bait activity; and I convinced myself that I saw a bass bust the surface, too. With clouds and low light conditions prevailing, I scrapped my plans, scuttled back to the ramp and quickly assembled my gear from the truck. Within a half hour, I was back in position, and I was super pleased to have my third cast of the (Cape Cod portion of the) trip with a Smack-it Popper eaten by a decent, light-tackle striper! Switching to a 1/8 or 3/16-ounce jig with a 4-inch Gulp! fluke, I enjoyed a quick, productive bite. The stripers weren't large (up to 23 or 24 inches at this point), but this was fun, light-tackle, early-season fishing. With a dozen or so bass already over the new boat's gunnels, I decided to explore. I motored down Eel Pond and out the outlet. Vineyard Sound was calm and quiet; and I thought I could see cloud of birds over the Waquoit Bay outlet to the east. As I approached, I saw a frenzy of birds just west of the western jetty and joined the single boat present. A beautiful, 25-inch striper ate my first cast with the jig, and I caught a couple more before the bait sounded and the birds dispersed. The tide was coming in, but I located two more groups of fish within the jetties. The first ate the Smack-it Popper casted close to the rocks on the inside wall of the eastern jetty; and the second group hung near the tip of the western jetty, where they were vulnerable to the jig, slow-rolled with the current. One of these fish topped 26 inches and was likely my biggest striper of the trip. The wind continued to build from the south, and so I sought protection in Waquoit Bay, proper. Finding nothing of immediate interest, I chose to return to my starting point. Between 10:30 and 11 AM (at maximum high tide), I had more fast action on the jig, now adorned with a Zoom Baby Fluke in a natural green shiner pattern. Soon after 11 AM, the wind had increased to over 20 mph; with 22 stripers to the morning's credit, I pulled the plug on the session. The rest of the day was spent exploring ramp options, re-spooling a reel with 15-pound braid and scouting out sea bass reports for the following day. The wind never relented, and my first day of fishing was over. What do I have to say about this? What a pleasant surprise! I was very pleased to have encountered so many willing, light tackle stripers, especially in a new boat and in new water. This was the earliest I've targeted stripers, and while it appeared that I was on the early side for the arrival of big fish, it was reassuring to know that there were plenty of fish already present. And I was more than impressed with the new boat! She's stable, quiet, surprisingly roomy, and certainly fishy! Pondering the questions of core essence and finding meaning in unexpected ways Date: May 15, 2019 Body of Water: Lake St. Clair (LSC) Boat: Guide's 23-foot Ranger Bay Boat With: BL and Guide Target: Smallmouth Bass Time: 7:30 AM - 3:30 PM Conditions: Mixed sun and clouds, with temps rising from about 50 to about 75 degrees F. Winds were generally southerly to about 12 mph. Water was mixed, too, and ranged from about 50 degrees (especially early in the day) to about 54 degrees F; clarity varied, too, from about 2 feet visibility to over 6 feet in the southern portion of the main lake. The day started with my first car-deer collision. I was barely 15 miles from home when she presented herself at the side fringe of my headlights. It was over before I could react. I pulled over to the highway's edge and inspected my truck. Despite considerable damage to my left front and left side passenger door, the lights were all functional and I could not identify any damage that would prohibit driving the truck. After a few pics at the scene of the crime (Mile 123 on east-bound I-96) and a quick call to my insurance company, I continued on. After all, I had a lot of fish to catch and many miles to cover; this trip to Lake St. Clair was simply Day 1 of my trip to Cape Cod to pick up the new boat and score some early-season stripers. I joined good friend, BL, on a guided trip out of St. Clair Shores. It was wonderful to simply step on another boat, pick up a rod, and fish all day, leaving the decisions and control of the boat to somebody else. The guide proved to be an enjoyable companion, too. I got exposed to new areas of the lake, and I found that he was fishing areas as opposed to spots; and also that his days vary, and there are specific windows of opportunity with each day. We started in a bay around 10 Mile Road, focusing on 7-11 fow. I threw a small paddle-tail swim bait, the guide worked a tube, and BL scratched Ned along the bottom. All baits, interestingly, were typical LSC green in color. That means something, for sure! The guide warned us that the mornings had recently started slowly, but he almost immediately caught two 15- or 16-inch smallies. It was nice to see some action right off the bat, but in the next hour or more, we had only a few bites. I caught the first silver bass of the season aboard his boat (the first of several I caught for the day) on the swim bait, and I caught a 16-inch or so smallie on the deeper side of our range. Our guide had prepared me by telling me to resist setting the hook until the rod loaded; and this worked perfectly for this lone smallie. I noticed a jerk-bait setup on his deck and asked to try it, if only to keep the bass honest with periodic showings of this presentation. I almost immediately got bit on his natural-colored Lucky Craft pointer, but farmed this fish out out. I did, however, score a nice 17-incher a few minutes later. But these weren't the fish we were looking for, and we were soon off to Gaukler Point. The water here was the most stained we fished for the day, and there were many boats fishing this community hole. We concentrated on new-to-me water here, mostly to the north of the point and inside the bay to the north. We avoided most of the other boats. I quickly connected with my jerk (now a naturally-colored Lucky Craft Pointer 110 Deep Diver), and I hardly put the jerk down for the rest of the day. I caught a half dozen to over 4 pounds (4-4) pretty quickly and completed my five-fish "limit" with about 15 pounds by 10:30 AM. The day was shaping up, and even BL picked up the jerk to score a couple of 16-inchers. From here we moved sequentially south along Grosse Pointe to south of the Delphine Channel. This was all new water to me, and I liked it, in part because I remained the hot stick. There appeared to be more boulders and reefs in these areas. While the bite slowed, I caught a couple of more 4-pounders, several 3-pounders, and lost a legitimate 5-pounder at the net, all on the jerk. We ended the day with 20 landed bass, of which I had accounted for 14 or 15. I'd also lost several at boat side, and had swung and missed a few times, too. My Top 5 would have weighed 18.5 pounds, conservatively; Lake St. Clair had provided another fine day! What do I have to say about this? This was an enjoyable and successful start to my trip. I learned that "the pros" are not totally on top of them all of the time, but that with effort, perseverance and a variety of presentations, you can get the bites to add up on this lake, if you are in the right areas. Strangely enough, the next day's bite was reportedly all on tubes, and at about double the pace; jerks did not factor at all. And the report for the next day was a much slower bite, with jerks playing a bigger factor; one never really knows! Pondering the questions of core essence and finding meaning in unexpected ways Date: May 11, 2019 Body of Water: Lake St. Clair (LSC) Boat: Numenon With: Alone Target: Smallmouth Bass Time: 10 AM - 3:30 PM Conditions: Cloudy; 50 - 55 degrees F; NNE wind at about 10 mph; water was very stained with about 2 feet of visibility and was 53-54 degrees F. The week had featured wind, rain and more cool temperatures. I expected the water temperature to have remained about the same, and I had a couple of logical starting points. I knew water clarity and boat control might pose challenges, but I felt equipped to try to handle them. Temperatures had inched up just a degree or so; and the stained water seemed to be more uniformly degraded than the patchiness I'd previously encountered. In my starting spot off The 400 Club in 10 feet of water, I had about 2 feet of visibility; enough to garner some bites, perhaps. After a half-hour drift through previously productive waypoints from about 12 feet into 9 feet or so without a sign of life (I casted a rattle-bait and a crank-bait while dragging a tube, too), I relocated to the last trip's productive stretch, just south of Memorial Park. Here the water conditions were very similar to those encountered further north. I did quickly score the first fish of the season on a casted crank-bait (a 15-inch white bass that intercepted my brown perch KVD 1.5 Flat in about 10.5 fow), but otherwise I rattled, cranked and jerked this area with no success. Given the northerly wind, I didn't really want to go much further south if I didn't have to. I decided to resort to the trolling tactics of the last trip in order to see if the fish were still responsive to slow-trolled cranks. I ran to the north end of this stretch, and just as I was setting up my three-rod spread, a boat in about 11.5 fow hooked up. It appeared to be a sizable bass; big enough for me to hedge my trolling path to the deeper side of my waypoints from the previous trip. Before I even reached that stretch of waypoints, I'd caught a couple of brown bass, including a fine, 4.25-pounder. The fish were still there, including some of the right ones! The bite was never fast and furious, but there was a steady pick of bites. It took an hour and a half to record Bass No. 5, and my initial "limit" was on the order of 14.5 pounds in total weight. But the next couple of hours offered several opportunities to upgrade; two additional bass just over four pounds came aboard, as well as several more between 3 and 3.25 pounds. By 3:30 PM, I'd landed 16 bass with the largest five totaling 18.5 pounds, conservatively. I'd also caught two nice "eater" walleye and a fine, 28-inch channel cat. I'd farmed out a few heavy fish, too, along the way. All of this in an area where I'd been unable to get a bass bite on my casted lures. Once again a trolling speed of about 1.5 mph with the electric motor triggered a lot of bites. Depths from 10.5 to 11.5 fow were most productive. The lures were literally just a short cast behind the boat. If a lure went too long without getting hit, I'd let out five or ten more feet of line, and sometimes this would trigger a strike. But the short cast method must have placed the lures close to the bottom anyway, because quite often a lure would get fouled soon after any "lengthening" attempt on my part. Last week's star, the shad-colored Arashi Flat 7, was pretty quiet. The brown perch KVD 1.5 Flat crank caught all of the sizable bass, as well as most of the smaller ones, too. A sexy shad KVD 1.5 Flat caught the interesting bonus fish, and a blue parrot Arashi generated a few bites. What do I have to say about this? I'd rather catch them casting, but I've enjoyed these simple trolling efforts. My next trip will feature a guide; I hope to see how he deals with these water conditions. Pondering the questions of core essence and finding meaning in unexpected ways Date: May 5, 2019 Body of Water: Lake St. Clair Boat: Numenon With: A Target: Smallmouth Bass Time: 9 AM - 3 PM Conditions: Clear and bright; 45 - 65 degrees; winds ESE at less than 10 mph. Water varied from stained to muddy (inside 8 fow or so.) Water was generally 51-53 degrees F. Lots of boats out today! So you think you have a starting point; but you turn out to be mistaken! After three hours of pounding 9-12 feet of water from the 400 Club to south of Memorial Park, we hadn't had a bite! And it seemed like most of the other boats we encountered were suffering similar humiliation. A was still enjoying herself, but I was disappointing myself in my inability to catch some fish with her; I was feeling some self-imposed pressure. Inside 9 feet, I believe the water really was too muddy; and what success I'd observed later in the morning had been focused on 9.5 or 10 fow. I spent more and more time with a crank in my hands, covering water, looking for that first bite. But at Noon, it still hadn't happened. Just to get a bite (walleye? drum?), I quickly set a spread of three cranks pulled behind the boat with the electric motor. We'd only gone a couple of hundred feet in 10.5 fow before a rod bent over; a nice, keeper-sized bass had eaten the shad-colored Storm Arashi Flat 7, just a short cast behind the boat. At least we weren't skunked! I reset lines, pointed the boat north at about 1.5 mph, and we soon had a double-header. I lost mine, but A landed a fine, 4.5-pounder that had eaten this same bait. Within a very short amount of time, we had a very refined pattern; 10.5 fow, 1.5 mph+/-, and shad-shaped cranks. The Arashi produced well in sexy shad, produced a few bites in parrot blue/chartreuse, and was complemented well by a KVD Flat 1.5 in yellow/brown perch. A stretch of a few hundred yards, a bit south of Memorial Park in 10-11 fow, produced about 15 bites for 11 landed brown bass. And these were the right bass, as evidenced by a quick 19-pound limit that included a very cullable 2.5-pounder, but also a short, brutish 6-1. Our day was made! What do I have to say about this? I wish I could explain how we went from zero activity to fast-paced fishing, all while fishing kind of the same water with some of the very same lures. I can just accept that there was something special about the trolled cranks, in comparison to casted and retrieved cranks. It made all the difference on this day! I am pleased to have kept at it; I am learning that this lake is sometimes fickle, and very often unpredictable. But the fish are there, and locally abundant. I need to remember to keep working at it, and to change locations and tactics if it's not working out. I could be very pleasantly surprised! Pondering the questions of core essence and finding meaning in unexpected ways Date: May 4, 2019 Body of Water: LSC Boat: Numenon With: Alone Target: Smallmouth Bass Time: 9:45 AM - 3:15 PM (fishing time) Conditions: Mostly cloudy with generally northerly winds less than 10 mph. These swung around to SE later in the day. Air temps 45 to 60 degrees F. Water was mixed, ranging from stained to muddy. Temperatures varied from 49 to almost 53 degrees. Best fishing was in green, stained water with 2 to 4 feet of visibility. Water clarity was clearly patchy; you could see it, and the patches became more obvious as the day's lighting conditions improved. When my chosen starting point, off Memorial Park in about 12 feet of water, was dirtier than I like, I chose to start with a red craw rattle-bait instead of a crank. Just a few casts in, I scored a smallie just over three pounds from about 11 fow; the day was off to a good start! This was my first LSC smallie on a rattle-bait; I now expected a bunch of bites! I received no further action in the next half hour, and the water really was dirtier than I prefer. I made a short move, North, to some cleaner, yet still stained water with 3-4 feet of visibility. I continued casting with the rattle-bait, but now dragged a green pumpkin tube from a holder, too, as the wind picked up. The tube garnered two bites quickly; a giant drum and a beautiful, fat, 3-pound, 5-ounce brown bass. Both fish were from 10.5-11 fow; I was developing something of a pattern. I repeated this drift a couple of times. I continued dragging the tube, but I alternated between blades, cranks and jerks from the bow. The perch-colored BPS blade-bait scored two more bass at 3-1 and 3-12. This last fish was the shallowest of the day at 10 fow. It took another hour to get my next bite. (I thought about leaving the area to look for my limit fish, bigger fish, or better fish; but when does one leave 3-4 pound smallies?) Bass No. 5 ate the perch blade in about 10.5 fow (I now had a collection of tightening waypoints), and tipped my scale at 4-4. My "limit" weighed 17-8, and it was only Noon. This is when you leave 3- to 4-pound bass; you've already had a good day, you have half a day ahead of you, and you were on even better fish the prior weekend. I motored down to Gaukler Point and joined the throngs. I saw a few fish get caught down here, but not many, given the pressure. I relied mostly on cranks and jerks, hoping the bass would reveal themselves and become vulnerable to these power techniques. It didn't happen here, and it didn't happen along the seawall at Jefferson Marina, either. (It was probably too muddy here.) I hit a few spots on my way north, but for no good. I couldn't get anything going. But that was okay, I planned on returning the next day with A, and I now had a solid starting point for our next LSC adventure! What do I have to say about this? This was a solid day, and while I couldn't build on my fast start, I was satisfied in that I persisted, and still had time to explore, experiment and learn. And, I'd not beaten myself up so much that it would be painful to come back so soon. Pondering the questions of core essence and finding meaning in unexpected ways |
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