And so it came to pass that despite being certain that I didn't have the time to attend the fall pilgrimage to the Brule for fall Steelhead, I did get sold on a fall Musky trip to the same neck of the woods. I drove all night after walking the trick or treat beat with my terribly cute daughters in search of processed sugar items. I arrived under the roof of none other than Shox McSteel at midnight. He offered up a fridge cold Hamm's and I obliged. In bed by 1, alarm set for 6:30. His basement guestroom sleeps well. Here is what else happened:
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