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  • By: Greg Thomas
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The first time I saw ugly competition on the water was way back in the late 1980s, when some evolutionarily challenged degenerate tried to steal a run away from my father and me on Washington’s Stilliguamish River. Acted like he owned the place.

UpFront Notes

  • By: Greg Thomas
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My work is doomed today.

UpFront Notes

  • By: Greg Thomas
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I’ve never embarked on a fly-fishing trip without intending to catch a fish. But over time I have learned that not catching fish can be part of the equation.

Prose To Poetry

  • By: Jerry Hamza
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Bill and I go back further than either of us would like to admit. Our acquaintance began in the mid-1980s. He has a fishing lodge in northern Ontario; it’s a great place to catch giant northern pike on a fly rod, and then pick up a few walleyes for shore lunch every day. I love Bill’s place.

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  • By: Greg Thomas
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I didn’t really think about potential ramifications until I saw a guy from Nevada driving by in my F-150 pickup.