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A look into vintage angling permits.

I came of age in a place where the only way to triumph over boredom was to self-impose structure, rules, and a clear objective. So in the southern summers of my childhood, I evaded boredom in the shade with a rod, reel, and quiet waters. Nowadays, I’m not as hostile toward boredom. In fact, I feel lucky when it visits. It’s the ideal guide for discovery. It recently led me to find a set of vintage angling permits. Since then, I’ve been admiring the artwork.