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So, I got called out, and I totally deserved it.
As some of you may remember from a few months ago in my A House Divided, Again post the past two weekends were filled with meeting fellow anglers. It's been a busy few weeks and I was using that as an excuse for my lack of posts.
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Every year a certain ritual takes place, where we return back to the wild.
The larger, more accessible bodies of water turn into swimming holes and tubing streams, rather than the glorious rivers that house 30-inch brown trout. Those cold winter days of peace and solitude are over.
And so, you search it out.
The thermostat read 78 degrees; we checked the water, it read 58 degrees. I'd already removed most of my layers and was regretting the choice of waders. The air felt heavy and wet.
It was the second day in April.