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Kings of Chrome, Atlantics??? by Brendan O’Farrell

I was halfway out to my slot, just as the river disappears into the giant bay, when Einstein yelled out, “Some dude was here this mornin’ with one of them there fancy fly reels (referring to my centre-pin), and a big pole, and hooked into a silver that just blew him apart!” Well—with the juices now flowing, realizing the possibility ... Read More »