I enjoyed myself immensely, which viewed objectively might be puzzling. My rusty, almost non-existent fishing skills were on full display. I took a brief swim within moments of entering the river. My hands, where I neglected to slather sunscreen, are peeling like an onion. The stream side vegetation took a thrashing from my low back casts. I did land a lovely brown, and lost several others. But anyone that loves being outdoors anywhere near as much as I do knows that what passes for my soul is filled to the brim.
Thanks, Dean.
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