Minnesota Stories:
I was 4 years old when my nana first introduced me to fishing. Many memories have been made along the way, but I’ll never forget when Nana made me kiss the first fish I caught.
Fishing has taught me many lessons. I now know that patience is a virtue, and the fish will bite when they are good and ready. I learned that sometimes the fish eat more worms than I eat fish. And finally, I‘ll always remember that fish are slippery little suckers, and if you don’t hold on tight they will flop their way back into the water.
As I have gotten older, my love of the outdoors has expanded. I also enjoy getting lost while hiking in the woods, taking my chances on “Death Tube” on Upper Hay Lake, and biking with Minnesota’s second state bird – The Mosquito!
I can’t wait to share these Minnesota experiences with my grandchildren.

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