Travel Diary Alaska// Fishers of Fish, Part 1 —

There was a chance – just a CHANCE – that the thing currently disturbing my bobber was some sort of prehistoric mud-dweller, one who had lain at the bottom on Old Man So-and-So’s pond since the dark ages, and was just now summoned from the murky depths to investigate the curiosity that was my small nightcrawler, still struggling upon my tiny hook.

Travel Diary Alaska// Fishers of Fish, Part 1 —