Once upon a time, a young boy named Tony, spent some long, lazy summer days in eastern Kansas. And he and his younger brother sometimes grabbed their fishin’ gear and hiked down by the creek bank in a remote part of the farmland near their mom’s house. It was about a half mile hike along the fence line, on a well-worn tractor trail. The … Read the rest…
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I remember, when I was a boy, some long, lazy summers in eastern Kansas. And today I thought about a place where we fished down by the creek bank in a remote part of some farmland. We used to take our rods and reels, walk about a half mile along the fence line on the tractor trail, and wind through a forest to where … Read the rest…