The last month of summer is fly fishing heaven for me.
The low water is cold and clear as gin, and you can fish the upper North Stilly for a good mile before you see anyone.
"My servants are always alone." Jesus Christ
Be ye therefore fishers of men.
Male pronound intended.
Gregory Scott Relf's
TWO WITNESSES NEWSLETTER
PS PAUL GARRISON: Many of today's logging roads have been gated off because of the current homeless drug addict problems. Not to mention all of those skinny white serial killers camping out in the fringes of funky town.
Fortunately that's not a defining issue yet up north in Alaska. Too many guys and gals with guns I suppose.
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