Very fond memories of the Cedar. Like the fish that took my shrimp louie and proceded to run down river like a train out of control. Ran straight under some limbs sticking out in the river and got off. Or the hen caught down at the concrete plant, nice native hooked right next to the bank. The Cedar was a great fishery. Maybe some day it will be back.
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Where is the wise man? Where is the scholar? Where is the philosopher of this age? Has not God made foolish the wisdom of the world?