Let’s say you catch a fish. We’ll designate this particular fish as being a westslope cutthroat trout (as seen in the photo) because I am a trout fanatic and they are beautiful fish, but it really doesn’t matter what kind of fish you’re seeing in your head. You’ve caught it. It’s a mature fish. It’s…
new year
Time Keeps on Slipping
It would be cruel of me to mention the numbers 20 and 12 together. Not because I put any stock into the so-called Mayan Prophecies, but because I simply refuse to believe that 2011 is already set to take its final bow. I mean, come on, seriously? Are we really just three weeks shy of…