I don’t like wishing days away, but October 7-14 needed to end.
I fish just enough to make myself dependent on putting a fly on or under water to remain at least as normal as a guy like me gets.
So I started counting the hours last Monday, the 10th. I am specific with the dates here because tonight is actually Friday the 14th, and am writing the preview for the trip rather than the recap just in case I am waist deep in water as Tuesday’s deadline passes. Which since you are reading this Wednesday would be yesterday and thus past tense, but moving on…
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POSTSCRIPT: I forgot a spoon. I had to eat canned soup and canned chili without one.