... until the ice melts in the mountains. I can't wait until I'm tossing big, ugly streamers to big, hungry Browns, freezing my ass off, accompanied by a flask of single malt and a touch of frostbite. There's nothing quite like ice-off on Rocky Mountain streams.
In other news, I recently began the long and tiresome process of acquiring a certain item... more on that in the future.
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