fishing
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It is Sunday morning and outside it is still predawn dark. While yesterday began at a cold 17 degrees, today it is already 43 degrees. Yesterday, instead of going to another No Kings Rally, I drove over the border into Wisconsin to scout out fishing access points on the Kinnickinnic River. I used to fish… Read more
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In the summer of 1984, I drove a 1964 Galaxy 500 (Deluxe Sport Coupe) 1713 miles from Dillon, Montana to Saginaw, Michigan with only one companion – a beat-up paperback edition of Richard Brautigan’s Trout Fishing in America. The radio was original with the car. In eastern Montana and western North Dakota I could seldom pick… Read more
