Commentary by Wayne Lee
Everyone has a fish story to tell, and mine is uniquely original. I was living alone in a one-bedroom apartment on the shore of Clear Lake in California. Specifically, Lakeport, Calif. I had been hired as the sports editor for a three-section, bi-weekly newspaper, the Lake County Record-Bee and I was responsible for the eight-page sports section.
During the end of the winter season in the early 1980’s we were hit…
