February 22, 2022
2/22/22.
Unable to get down to a task through most of the day. Late in the afternoon I took to Bent Creek, at its last hurrah before it joins the French Broad. A woman wandered through the woods picking up pine cones, examining them, setting them down. I’m always amazed that there’s so few fish in Bent Creek, even in places where it would be a delight to be a fish.
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