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The Three Fishermen <5>

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Brother was still at memory, we could tell. Silence we thought was heavy about us, but there was so much going on. A bird talked to us from a high limb1. A fox called to her young. We were on the Pine River once again, nearly a hundred miles from home, in Paradise2.

 

"Name's Roger Treadwell. Boys are Nathan and Truett." The introductions had been accounted for.

 

Old Venerable Roger Treadwell, carpenter, fly fisherman, rocker, leaned forward and said, "You boys wouldn't have a couple spare beers, would ya?"

 

Now that's the way to start the day on the Pine River.


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