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发帖数: 298 | 1 June
The Alder Fork - A Fishing Idyl
IN the fresh of morning, when a hundred whitethroats had forgotten
it would ever again be anything sweet or cool, I climbed own the
dewy bank and stepped into the Aler Fork. A trout was rising just upstream.
I paid out some line - wishing it would always stay thus soft and dry
- and, measuring the distance with a false cast or two, laid
down a spent gnat exactly a foot above his last swirl. Forgotten
now were the hot miles, the mosquitoes, the ignominious chu |
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