I'm suffering bro's. Can't handle reality. (is this reality? I doubt it) Reality was on the river, nothing in my head except the next cast and surviving the bears. No worries. I am amazed at the power in that. I forget all when I'm out there.
Now I'm back, no rushing river outside my tent to fall asleep to, I kept hearing the distant roar of the Beaver engine.. I'm am slowly going insane.....
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The true trout fisherman is like a drug addict; he dwells in a tight little dream world all his own, and the men about him, whom he observes obliviously spending their days pursuing money and power, genuinely puzzle him, as he doubtless does them. And sometimes he fishes not because he regards fishing as being so terribly important but because he suspects that so many of the other concerns of men are equally unimportant.~Robert Traver
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