One And Done

The snow was driving downstream, heavy, and wet.  It was piling up on my shoulders and even the Gore-Tex in my jacket was failing to keep me warm and dry.  I had fished hard all day and it was getting dark, as was my outlook. I had put in the time, I thought, so why didn’t I hook a fish? Disgusted ...


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