We carried two fishing rods apiece and had a pocket full of hooks, lead split shot we mashed with our teeth, and a tube of 100 percent DEET bug dope so strong that the smell burned the inside of our nostrils. We traveled light because we weren’t supposed to be there in the first place. Stretched out on the far end of the docks at Oak Hollow Lake in High Point, beyond the illumination of the…
2025-08-26
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