Mar21
Sleet as hard as No. 4 buckshot pelted us as we waded into the lower Platte River. It was late March, and winter wouldn’t die. It was 15 above, the water was 33 degrees, and the wind-driven sleet was as subtle as a body slam. We chose a hole that was good when I was […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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