I issued a Fatwa once. Against trout.
Tossed from a train in Seney, MI with nothing more than a bit of canvass. I hike over fire torn hills and brown pebble streams to find streams rich in fish.
The end.
what about the swamps and pockets of loon sh!t? A rather incredible history to that little RR stop. Did you make it to Seney’s boot hill?