One Nation, Under God
Winter never ends soon enough. It’s hard to tell when spring even starts, and summer seems to get longer every year, but autumn always passes too quickly.
It’s just the middle of October and most of the leaves are already gone. Snow dusts the higher peaks and the prairie is the color of khaki. There’s a nip in the air most mornings.
For those anglers who haven’t yet put their boats in storage or hung up their waders, fishing is excellent. The crowds are gone. The lakes and rivers are as clear as they get.
But there’s an urgency to it that wasn’t there a few weeks ago brought on by the realizat...
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