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But later that day he forgot all that, waded over to shore and on a big rock sat musing over his luck that had not been so bad. He’d caught his limit and even through back one or two. That this wonderful day was now over made him a bit sad as he laid back in the early evening dew. Having forgotten to eat, he was quite hungry and, yes, really thirsty as well.


So he slipped on a clean dungaree and walked towards the Ranger to tell how his day had went and to show him his license (that he even had to made no sense) and let him look at his catch.


Yes, the hatch he had managed to match! As it was, the Ranger was off duty so they went to town for a beer


or two or three..


and told tall tales of fishing days gone by of tying and casting all manner of fly.


This he would do until that day he would die. W PAGE 22 ∙ Year I ∙ Issue #1


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