FROM humble beginnings, my angling aspirations have travelled a wiggly path.
From the earliest of memories to a simpler time where the jumper sleeve and a hanky were one and the same.
As a youngster I still recall the hand-picked sucker from the Aussie bush shaved of leaves and twigs from which the line was hung.
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