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How it all started.
Once again ... the news that are the news from deep within
Whitemouth, Manitoba
Home of the massive fish
I have had many inquiries regarding what
prompted me to start the “Wiggler”.
It all started when I first came to Whitemouth
as a young lad of 68. The first thing that caught my eye was the little
canoe launch park across from the golf course. A fisherman's dream.
I grabbed my gear one sunny day and decided to
cast a few lures into the river ... okay ... a few into the trees also.
In short order - I had hooked a huge one. At
least three feet long as near as I could estimate. There ensued a world
class battle - man versus fish - fresh dinner vs the freezer. We fought back
and forth across that river for over an hour.
Now, every time I got him close to my side I
could not help but admire his strength and tenacity. He was a monster and
obviously did not want to join me for supper.
Finally, when victory was sure to be mine, I
did not have the heart to take this battling beauty away from his family. I
let him wiggle off the hook. Yes - really!!! I let him !
Anyway, as I was sitting on the dock
contemplating life, it dawned on me. There are probably hundreds of untold
stories here in Whitemouth. And who better to tell them to the world than an
honest fisherman.
Thus was born the “Whitemouth Wiggler” - in
honor of that brave monster who got away ... I mean ... who was released
back into the wild.
And remember folks - it takes a brave man to say no to a woman.
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