Just a quick note. Back from AK. Still licking wounds. Hurricane force winds, flood stage water. Few fish.
Will elaborate later, when the numbness wears off.
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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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