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I stand still repeating several times like a prize fighter in between rounds, off his chair standing ready for his opponent. No fists today. No. Just my rod, my fly box and my craft and wit.

I’m being held in place by the nature I love even if its unforgiving at its best. Today it holds me to the bottom of this river and surrounds me with awe and exhilaration and privilege.