"Tom Stobbins and I went farshing on Surturday. Up on the murnton up by near the mantian of hood. gots ourself a right neece cano and some fresh rods. up there fer habot 4 to 6 hours."
That big ol mountain in the back there is mt hood. That I tip my hat to when I see. She allows me to sled her in August. August? August. Sledding? Yeah.... sledding. She's a thing of might and magic. Foggy and distant. Persistent. Hell if we caught anything, didn't matter. PBR, nightcrawlers, fresh paddles, sammiches, heat, wind, water, elements and that fucking rock of rock in the background. Got some new art up on the book of face ... check it out.