Sometimes I wish I was born in another time.
In 1754.
I'd go drinking with old Robbie Burns.
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A simple blog about fly fishing and life.
Generally you write much more than this, Erik.
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Cat got your tounge?
Homer
No Homer. That was all I needed to say. Sometimes less is more.
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