Father’s Day spurs memories of days spent fishing, hunting
The pristine angling conditions are those seldom sprinkled into even fleeting dreams. The setting sun hugs the coastal horizon and throws a million shimmering sparkles onto the sandy shallows as it creeps toward inevitable slumber. The slight wind aids the release of plastic imitations into the distance and cools the trio wading knee deep on … Continue reading Father’s Day spurs memories of days spent fishing, hunting
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