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| Wijk aan Zee,Netherlands 2013 |
I remember as a kid spending hours upon hours everyday fishing with my Grandfather in the Transkie. They are some of my fondest memories of him.The long strings of redbait he had dangling from the end of his line and how he used to tilt his hat down so you couldn't see that he had fallen asleep.Even the deathly glare he would give me when I released an undersized catch to fight another day. I remember the sound of the waves beating on the rocks and the smell of his trusty factor 30 sunscreen.I remember all these things and here years later and thousands of kilometers away in a different country and in a different sea a young boy makes his own memories.