Comments for: Morning of bass fishing sparks memory of a rare June day

Dawn was prodding day with long shafts of sunlight as Hank Lyons eased his canoe into a small cove. Within casting distance of a shallow pocket formed by outcroppings of pickerel weed, he quietly set the paddle across the gunnels and fetched his fly rod. Nimbly, then –… Read More
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