After reading your letter, I once again have the same chills I got when I read Charlie Kroll's letter telling me he was cashing in his chips. He fished the Ausable ( he lived right on the banks, on Old Dam Road ), came up, sat on his bench by the river, waders still on, laid my fly rod I had made him across his lap and ended his life. He had already put my letter in his mailbox, then he fished, so...very calculated and he knew what he wanted. Odd the last thing he ever did was fly fished. Jerry
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