Gone Fishin’

There are worse ways to spend a couple hours on a Sunday afternoon brain fried from Saturday night’s no sleep affliction. Didn’t catch anything; didn’t really even try. The jury is still out on whether or not I’m cut out for fly fishing, who knows. I’m definitely cut out for sitting on a riverbank watching birds and bugs and clouds blow across the sky, though. . . .

 

 

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