It was nasty and wet when PK and I finally evacuated our camp at Ensign Lake, paddled four hours into a stiff wind, and strapped the canoe on top of the truck.
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Wherein an unemployed reporter tries to catch as many fish as possible in a futile quest to avoid thinking about the dismal state of journalism or his dwindling bank balance
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