i've seen them. they are there. even in the wintery wash of sleet's
slush and slobber, they lurk. leopard trout. they appear only when your
fingers go feeble, your nose oozes its snotty defense to the chilled
air, and the mind masks every muscle's memory.

yup, gonna hunt'em with dan'l on wednesday. ... tomorrow, well, i think
i'll enjoy a preparatory lunch in morganton with wally. ...so it goes.

jeff