On Nov 7, 10:51*am, Mark Bowen wrote:

On Nov 7, 10:51 am, Mark Bowen wrote:


Hi Wolfgang!

Hey, Mark, good to see you are still among the living.

Looked in on ROFF for te first time in about a year--I guess, time
flyz, as you well know and my memory is fading fast. Great to read
that you have moved to more settling environs and I hope all works out
for a former RAT *******!


Well, all that can be said for sure so far is that this move has
removed one of my favorite people from the megalopolis. This alone is
reason to rejoice. As for what the future will bring......

Cannot recall if I have had contact with ya
since I finished my degree--desparately and earnestly searching for
employment in Local Government. Of course my options are limited, as I
need to remain close to mother--she is doing fine, for the most part,
but I still take care of the yardly duties and check in on her daily
to ensure that my promised inheritance is not poached upon--you
remember the Grand Estate I'm sure :~^ )

I well remember the ride and the guide. I'd like to repeat the
experience.

Sadly my fishin' buddy Bear has developed hip issues, so I have had
to
retire him from extreme trout fishing excursions--we will now be
compelled to fish the flat waters of Wilson Creek's delayed harvest
section--when together. I hope that I can continue to fish the more
rugged waters for sometime to come. I also want to procure another
fishin' hound but I'm afraid it would kill Bear and I also must
relocate to a new place where I can have a pet (read: Another Best
Friend and new fishin' buddy).

Get thee behind me satan! A new place? With fish? And pets? We
should talk. You got my email address, right?

Anyway, I hope to hear from ya and I will write a more lengthy missive
later--presently I must go out and crimp the brake line to the rear
brakes on my truck so that I can bleed the front brakes and get the
damn thing up the mountain to a mechanic who will repair the entire
braking system for me

Something or other about that whole mess sounds vaguely dangerous no
matter what kind of spin is put on it.

--my mechanicing dayz are long over, I loath to
lay on my back in the gravel, mostly because I have such difficulty
righting myself.

Wishing rightness, the problem is.

You take good care of the trees!

Those I do not kill will be treated with the utmost kindness and
regard.....you may depend on it.

Meanwhile, you take care of yourself, your mother, and your dog.....a
full enough plate for anyone.

And then get your ass up here and fish some "civilized" water.

Wolfgang
who, as luck would have it, is currently in possession of a dozen or
so succulent young brookies just itching to get at some hickory smoke.