Friday, November 21, 2014
What the Crap?!
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It's as common as mosquitoes, Hondo hogging your run and bows behind the king in the land of the midnight sun. But on Wilson's creek and just a couple weeks after season ended? Really? I could just see the little dude (compared to his cousins) sitting on this rock river left, nice view from the throne, pondering the meaning of life.
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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