By Carl Gadow of EaganThe passage of days and nights is loud and clear, but decades slip by quietly—until something smacks you in the face like a frozen northern pike.That’s when you realize you still fish like it’s 1979—and that what once felt proudly “old school,” now edges closer to simply “old fool.”My own tail-fin-to-the-cheek moment arrived just before Christmas. I was sitting on my pail, patiently jigging for sunfish, when I glanced aroun…
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