Wayne Harrison wrote:
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i was sneaking up the
little slough against the bank just downstream of our cabins, when i
noticed a bathtub sized depression against the left bank. i lobbed
the giant salmon fly to the head of the tiny run, and before it
floated two feet, the damn pool exploded. i hit the big *******, and
he headed diagonally upstream, through water that was no more than a
few inches deep. he looked just like one of those world class
hydroplanes, without the budweiser paint scheme: enormous wake,
skimming the surface, white water churning from his backside.

I've been to the Western Clave in my mind several times and that's just
the way I pictured it.

Ode to the Amish Girls not withstanding, it sounds like a great time was
had by all. Great to hear.
--
TL,
Tim
(BTW, could you recall some of the lyrics for us? I'd guess there's a
bit more to this story than just bad singing. ;-) )
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