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Move along pal 18 Years, 2 Months ago
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there's nothing to see here...
Trout Rhubarb?
Oh...trout's rhubarb, I get it.
Got back yesterday, we did pretty good. Johnboy caught 15 on Monday and I lucked into several serious hogs during the week. Fairly hot Friday - Monday and then the weather turns cold and windy, shuts down the fishing, but we managed to get several fish everyday.
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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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