Something we all took for granted... the wind on our faces and the open sea of endless travels and adventure to a catch yet caught.
Long trips to the canyon with a prayer and a hope to be entangled with a giant in the cover of the canyon's deep dark secrets It was not a hobby or a fleeting moment, it was our soul's food, our reason to wake out of slumber. It is where our feet took us in the early morning hours. Sometimes frost on our window sills told us codd and the blossoming of dogwood flower spoke of giant stripers. Or the first glimpse of color on the trees of our backyards was the time to fish for tuna. It was a gift from God to us all. No fences or borders to restrict our travels to the fishing grounds. We were free to roam... our boats to and from. We knew the risks and took them everyday with a smile.
Now they tell us to hang up our rods, leave our boats and handcuff us from our rights to fish. Their laws are unjust and have no clear reason or purpose of bettering our fishing resource to be given back to us. For they have given other states freedom to take from us all we have had since we were children. And now they tell us to turn around our boats, our cars and go home. To be quiet and accept their knives in our backs, our dreams, our jobs... with no answer of why?
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