The Drake

The Things He Carried

N THE FIRST WEEK of our extended vacation to Montana, I was settling in nicely to non-work mode, expecting that it would be another uneventful day of catching pretty trout. I began by fishing right in front of the campsite. I did well the night before, so why get in the truck and travel elsewhere? This proved a good choice—one

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