White Elk Speaks

Some of you may not know this, but the solo Friday Guy saved the day on the Elk River. Actually, he saved our night. Jim only recently disclosed that the fishermen camped across Beans Creek from us were intending to set up in our field, and would have if it wasn't already occupied. He had to use scalding Huckleberry sauce to keep them from scaling the mud banks. So extra Coors Lights for our one-man advance party at the Banquet Thursday night.



"I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion."

Henry David Thoreau

("Saint Henry" in Goodbye to a River)


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