I have my kids this weekend. So, I figure that around nine p.m. we will gather around in a family huddle, I will kiss each on the forehead and tell them I love them. An eternal life of bliss sounds good and they positively exceed the minimum requirements.


One thing is for sure... they would be saved and I certainly will not. According to my ex-wife, I am nearly Satan incarnate himself. Honestly, I have racked up my share of mortal sins in my past and all I can say is...


Life is good as an agnostic.


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I will then be applying FishRanger's protocol and if Griz needs an extra hand in his army, I will basically have nothing else to do. Why not?


If anything, there will be less pressure on the rivers for a while... maybe we can all be considered locals at that point.



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In the legend of King Arthur, the Fisher King was a renowned angler whose errant ways caused him to be struck dumb in the presence of the sacred chalice. I am no great fisherman, and a steelhead is not the covenant of Christ, but with each of these fish I am rendered speechless.