NEW! // Authored by Jay North


Experiences from a Fly Fisher in the USA

“Jay,” ever so quietly she said, “look, a bear.”
“Oh my, she is a beauty,” I commented. She was a cinnamon, slightly starving after a major fire, and eating tall dry bear grass. My lady friend asked,” Are we safe?”

I replied, “Bears never bother me, I don’t bother them and neither do you.”

She, the bear, sniffed us out and took off. “Oh my this is a good day,” I thought.


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