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seven days and counting 9 Years, 11 Months ago
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Going fishing for the first time in a long time next Saturday.
I'll be meeting up with two guys who still post here, one lives in Ukiah, the other in Chico. We will head north, probably won't stop until we cross a border or two. Warn the trout and womenfolk!
Okay, we are way past our best "use by date" so warnings might be of no value, but hey, we're going fishing anyway!
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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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tying flies 2 nite no/msg 9 Years, 11 Months ago
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no/msg
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If stupidity got us into this mess,
why can't it get us out of it? - Will Rodgers
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Re:tying flies 2 nite no/msg 9 Years, 11 Months ago
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I had planned to tie this weekend, but I slept in yesterday and went swimming today. I assume you tied up enough flies for all three of us!
I'll bring a vise in case you didn't. That way, you can correct this oversight. I'll try to find some XR this week. I can hardly wait.
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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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