Samantha Sayer took a fall on the south side of Vesper Peak; off of the South Stilly since she was a 27 year-old girl from the south who had suffered some kind of a thinning hair condition for an atomic bomb radiation fallout prophecy.
As per when the lost daughters of Israel began to faithfully say their vespers every night after sunset. Meanwhile, the boys and I will be climbing over all of those slippery moss covered boulders at the peak's trail head in search of native 9" rainbows with trout lips.
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GRANIT FALLS FISHING NOTES: East Boardman Lake is shaped like a 60 minutes hour glass.
ANSWERED PRAYERS: I'm still praying for a major Pacific North by Northwest rain storm this fall that will suddenly sprout a good harvest of Shaggy Mane mushrooms. Just saying; fry them up in pure salted butter, cracked black pepper, and nitrite free Canadian bacon; serve with fried trout. Talk about peanut butter and jam on whole wheat with a tall glass of whole milk. Maybe even fried chichen and potato salad with some vodka lemonade tea cocktail. Beer and bratwurst, same thing. Preferably serving the latter on a bed of sweet fresh fried cabbage. Instead of some warmed over sauercraut pile out of a can. Which has been marinating in a bitter mixture of sour ascorbic acid and rice vinegar for the past two years or so.
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