The One Who Got Away

Posted on Jun 2, 2017 in Blog | 2 comments To be honest I cannot remember his name or how I met him. So let’s call him Carl. I do know I was living in New York at the time. We talked about fishing up near Hunter Mountain in the Catskills. This area had bittersweet memories for me, of a relationship that had only recently gone sour, so when Carl said he was going trout fishing  there the next weekend and asked me along I said...
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