"Bob Patton" wrote in message
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Actually, I think I should have said "Swiftian" instead of
"Goldsmithian". Got my 18th century Jonathans mixed up. Tom is not
involved, although he perhaps should be.
Bob

Dammit.

Oliver Goldsmith; Jonathan Swift. Maybe if I'd spent more time with
Jonathan and less with Tom I'd remember my English lit better.

Bob

"Well, dang, I can never remember for sure, but I THINK it's Oliver Swift
and Jonathan Goldsmith," mumbled Tom, crossly.

Wolfgang
who knows that tom always finds a way. :)

I too have spent a lot of time hiking and fishing in Oregon, Washington
and Northern California. That started in the 1950s as teenager. Since I
have move back to the area I have found a dozen places where there use
to be small streams that now are only winter mud washes. When you look
at those draws in the clearcuts remember there is a chance that at one
time there was flow of water down it all summer.
I remember small streams in deep shady draws, water trickling from one
clear rocky pool to the next. Some of these had small fish in them (
I'm not sure what species but I'm pretty sure they were trout ). If
you go to the same places now you find a series of dried up mud holes
forming a track through the slash piles. The shade and duff that made
the sponge which oozed life all summer is gone.
Maby these places don't rate protection or consideration because they
don't have names. They may show up on topo maps as broken blue lines.
These dotted blue lines connect to unnamed solid blue lines and those
to streams with names. There are a few rivers in this part of the
world that spring forth from holes in the groung but most are the born
of thousands of rivulets, springs, seeps etc. Even in your part of
the world the rivers you fish start with source smaller than a decent
garden hose.
I have only returned to a dozen of the places I use to know, I would be
happy if these were all that were gone.

"Wolfgang" wrote in message
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"Well, dang, I can never remember for sure, but I THINK it's Oliver Swift
and Jonathan Goldsmith," mumbled Tom, crossly.

Wolfgang
who knows that tom always finds a way. :)
I haven't seen a swiftie in years. . . .

The electricity went out here last night.

"It was so dark that I couldn't tell the difference between my scotch and my
disinfectant" said Tom, methylly.
Bob

"It was so dark that I couldn't tell the difference between my scotch and
my disinfectant" said Tom, methylly.
Bob

Seidman! Someone found your scotch!

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"Frank Reid" moc.deepselbac@diersicnarf wrote in
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"It was so dark that I couldn't tell the difference between my scotch
and my disinfectant" said Tom, methylly.
Bob

Seidman! Someone found your scotch!


It explains an awful lot.

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Scott
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