“Singing done, I took my seat at the bar right in time for the cops to waltz in and throw down the native woman sitting next to me. Amid a shower of curses, with cell phone cameras a’glare (we’ll get you you sons-of-bitches), the cops wrestled the wreathing mass out the door and all went back to normal….” Angler’s Tonic, Clearwater Steelhead, Greg Thomas

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I always enjoy those that get to sneak away beyond home waters, and it reinforces to me what distilled corn, rye or barley can do for courage and to that morning constitution. Anymore, ugh…where did the endurance go? Nice writing…if you are just finding it…. quite good… the enjoyable mix of visuals, words the obligatory tunes and the ability to put you there. Greg Thomas Blog