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I remember driving levy roads along brown water canals, endless waterways that criss-crossed the central valley, finding a secluded little beach where we could build a small fire, unpack the ice chest, sip beer, and fish. Just shoot the bull and fish. Sometimes we'd catch some, sometimes not ... didn't matter, didn't keep them, just threw them back. It was the beer and conversation that we were there for; the seclusion from the rest of the world; pressures forgotten. Precious escape from reality. Or, perhaps, escape TO reality.

I haven't been fishing in 9 years. Too long.


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	Wednesday, May 05, 2004 Fishing I remember driving levy roads along brown water canals, endless waterways that criss-crossed the central valley, finding a secluded little beach where we could build a small fire, unpack the ice chest, sip beer, and fish. Just shoot the bull and fish. Sometimes we'd catch some, sometimes not ... didn't matter, didn't keep them, just threw them back. It was the beer and conversation that we were there for; the seclusion from the rest of the world; pressures forgotten. Precious escape from reality. Or, perhaps, escape TO reality. I haven't been fishing in 9 years. Too long. posted by Jerry J. Davis at 11:11 AM 0 comments -.-.-.- 0 Comments: Post a Comment << Home
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Wednesday, May 05, 2004

Fishing

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