Going way back to 1969, flyfishing the Upper Stilly in September for native rainbows was always what I looked foward to the most.
Then come October, it was fishing that small swampy trout pond south of Arlington for native cutthroats; after a day of hunting for rough grouse with my single shot [over and under] 22/410 around the area's old abandoned turn of the century's pioneer apple orchards.
Which were mostly located right across from a certain dirt road going into the LOVE ISRAEL commune where River Phoenix was originally conceived on a warm summer night.
And when I got back in 1973 from my mormon mission in Sienna, Italia; I found my old flyfishing buddy Ken McLeod living with some hippie chick in a dark brown run down rental shack; located just over and across from the guarded and walled off entrance to THE HIGHLANDS; due west of Aurora, of course of course.
And the rest is his story.
Gregory Scott Relf's
TWO WITNESSES NEWSLETTER
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