Toolman's quandary:
On the left: 12 ornery Parker guys who smell like mushrooms and want to hurt me. On the right: A 5-Wt. Sage, a 70 degree, windless day and two miles of the "troutiest"-looking (and freshly stocked) river of my dreams. Hmmmm.
My apologies. I'm sure there was a river of tears shed over The Great One's absence.
I beseech you, in the midst of your grief, try to imagine how much it will enrich our time together out at Hausmann's. Which reminds me..........
