TR: ROFF's redeeming value

July 3 was probably one of the nicest July days on record in western
Massachusetts. Beautifully sunny, low humidity, mild temperatures, and
rolling puffy clouds. These were the kind of clouds with which you could
play "I see a . . . bunny rabbit!" Fortunately for me, the stars and good
weather aligned with my ability to grab a day off from work at the same time
Bill Claspy sent one of his roaming Ohio friends this way by the name of
Mark.

Keep in mind that when Bill came out this way for a visit, the local roffian
force gathered so we could show the great abundance of nice, fat rainbow
trout in the area. Bill caught one trout. . . and stayed atop the leader
board with that stat for the entire day. This time it was a quest. Not just
any run-of-the-mill quest, but a "beat the pants off of Bill" quest. Mark
succeeded, while (in typical host fashion) I caught zilch. We both had a
great time, though, and Mark caught one of the most spectacularly colored
rainbow trout I can ever remember seeing. We were able to meet up with
fisherman-extraordinaire, George Adams who, once again, caught fish in
places other fishermen couldn't. Mark and I fished until it got too dark to
see, with Mark pulling up five or six *very* nice fish. The only bad part of
the day was that Mark had to rush back to Boston for some family
obligations, so we were unable to toast the day's success.

The really cool thing about all this is I was able to fish with another new
friend because of this medium. Thanks, Bill, for sending one helluva nice
guy out my way. It made a grand excuse for ditching work and leaving those
troubles behind for a while.
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TL,
Tim
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