Along which I've broken so many rods, lost so many fish, bait and lures.
I have tested the very limits of my resolve waiting, not idly - but with complete focus, for that all important, but ever-so-subtle tug on the line, then gave it my all; every time something, anything, caught that line I would give blood, sweat and tears until there were none left to give until finally, my quarry was mine.
My prey defeated, I reel in the line triumphantly to collect my spoils, this single fish, the final one of so many hundreds that honed my abilities over the past 4 years, this little fish that fought back taught me enough to break the threshold of my skill to arrive at the absolute goal of my unerring ambition.
Fishing level 3.
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