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Re:I must be ill 15 Years, 11 Months ago
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Phil wrote:
Come on OT. I am driving 500 miles in the am to fish for two days......then heading 300 more miles Friday to hunt for two days, then turning around and driving home.
Dang, I'm tired already!
 Two days fishing, two days huntin', three days of driving = 7 days.
Now that post is just plain mean!
In spite of that, have a great trip!
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— Harry Middleton (Rivers of Memory)
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