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Re:Let the spending & saving for begin! 8-) 15 Years, 10 Months ago
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You could always buy a pair of wet-wading socks and forego waders for now.
Heck, I've never met an Amish person wearing waders anyway. And I hope you do not plan to use one of them new-fangel graphite rods, you'd better go with bamboo - might want to think of making it yourself too.
I bet your horse can take you to some great remote water that most of us are too lazy to hike to.
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"Rivers course through my dreams, rivers cold and fast, rivers well-known and rivers nameless, rivers that seem like ribbons of blue water twisting through wide valleys, narrow rivers folded in layers of darkening shadow, rivers that have eroded down deep in a mountain's belly, sculpted the land, peeled back the planet's history exposing the texture of time itself."
— Harry Middleton (Rivers of Memory)
"Each night as I haul myself onto the back of county garbage truck no. 2, there is a familiar wind, some thread of moonglow or starlight, a splatter of dark rain on my skin, something that stirs my memory, and again, if even for a brief moment, I am on some mountain river, some stretch of bright water, full of possibilities, including the possibility of trout, perhaps one that, when hooked, will haul me in and out of time, in and out of life's mysterious and frightening, wondrous and incomprehensible continuum, even to the edges of the universe." -- Harry Middleton
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