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Man, what a day. I paddled 9 miles into 30mph winds, killed a few ducks, caught a few fish, watched a nice buck cross the river, saw ospreys swoop down to catch their own fish, listened to a spring bubble up from the limestone as I ate lunch, was serenaded by kingfishers, scolled by chickadees and never spoke more than two words. Priceless.
Sorry, no pics. Patty has the camera. I looked for it for 15 minutes the night before until I realized she had it. Biggest fish was 3lbs. The wind kept me from thoroughly fishing the areas I needed too.
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Pope...translates to "nightmare" in Tunenglish
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