While on my way to a secret fly-fishing haunt on an old friend's property, I encountered this new warning sign next to the gate... I was successful in crossing without bloodshed, but the later return trip across this field as daylight faded to dark was very interesting... There's no doubt in my mind our resident veteran angler Austin, with fly-rod in hand, could also have given this swift Roguish beast a run for his money...
I've often thought of Austin when wetting a line this summer, and hope things are still going well for him...
Best, CSL
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