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18Florida, USA, 3 July 2014
It was a quiet, warm afternoon on the lake. Perfect for a little contemplative recreation — fishing. Dragonflies buzzed the reeds by the lakeshore, and skimmed the lake, leaving dainty ripples with their spindly limbs.
A dingy bobbed on the lake, not alarming the shoal of bass that lurked underwater. Careful of the harmony between keel and water, Raymond Garrett sat motionlessly, his feet braced against the gunwales, his 9-foot medium action Pen Squadron rod grasped loosely in both hands, awaiting the tell-tale tug. A Coleman cooler rested beneath his heels; he felt good about today"s catch; he could almost taste the —
He heard the drone of an aeroplane before he spotted it. Squinting behind his polarised sunglasses, Garrett searched the cloudless sky. A
