Perfect It doesn’t get any better than this – there were once men where I now stand who never saw such a day – sun bright on high clouds, banners drifting, curling, men who under gray skies and cold scrambled over the drumlin rocks among the great bears, no more alien to them than the badger or the wolverine, men clawing through the glacial water – spearing the sharp-toothed muskellunge and thinking – it doesn’t get any better than this. *** Return to Current Issue Current%20Issue.htmlshapeimage_1_link_0
Jim Boring