had the mighty pleasure of joining some lovely faces in the mountains of northern New Mexico to ring in the year of two thousand thirteen. been a while since i seen these ones. missed 'em!
Miss Sarah. Frances Dog. Mac. Meaty. Outlaw Breen.
"Frannie! C'mon Frannie!"
nice moustache willy.
yurt me.
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mr. and mrs. shirt patterns with frannie the dawg!
go jesse, go.
this fly will hook you a steelhead. but only if you believe that it will.
just finished Lani Waller's A Steelheader's Way. great stuff in there. of note:
"If I jump around a bit when I write, it's because none of this really happens in a straight line. Time changes places in the mind as you contemplate, describe, or go fishing, because our hopes emerge, in part, from a desire to relive past events. The present thus becomes both the past and the future simultaneously, and as long-time angling companion John Ferguson said, "We are always in the middle of it, aren't we?""
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