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Aren’t My Own

Aren’t My Own

Obsession is kin to true love. If you let your mind wander where does it go? A prairie pothole in North Dakota. A north wind in my face at sunset. A river in Montana. Dry flies bobbing in the riffle over browns and cutties. A humid August night in northern Michigan. Bass exploding through the … Continue reading

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