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Originally Posted by Freedom55
I have grown too tired to walk my life away on a mountain stream. My fly rod hangs on the wall like a trophy from some long-over war; the flies a tangled mass of fur and feathers. I have heard a tree falling in the forest.
Now I have a boat and no regrets. Long lines and no flailing about. And a chair.
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Ohhhh but you miss the calling....sooner or later you will reach for the fly rod just for the peacefulness.
