This past weekend, we were able to get away for a nice 3-day weekend and share some quite time in the Wyoming hills at Bill's favorite fishing spot (which has to remain unamed in order to protect it). He gets in the river upon arrival and does not get out until way past our agreed-upon departure time.
Me? I don't fish, but I do love to eat them! Nothing better than a fresh trout cooked in the hot coals of the fire pit -- doesn't get any fresher than that.
How many did he catch? Only between 35 - 40 (to our best recollection). Really. No fish tales here.
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