Staring into the glow of his iPhone, Steve raised his voice slightly above the AC/DC blaring on the classic rock station to inform me, “The snow forecast for day two is 8-10 inches”. Approaching the camp road, I feared that tomorrow might be our only good day of fishing. It’s my experience that fish feed heavily going into a winter storm. “We’ll be fine”, I muttered and turned off the truck...
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4 comments:
You wear that plaid well, sir. Looks like a fine trip. Nicely written.
Zach,
Thank you. It always wears good. Take care.
Rhon
Job well done on the article, Rhon. Digging the new banner photo/logo!
Jake,
Glad you enjoyed the article. I wish I could put that much time into all my stories.
Rhon
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