How the mink had come to be there the boy did not know. Those whom he asked about it—casually, trying not to appear too inquisitive—laughed and told him condescendingly, There’s no mink in this country! Prob’ly just an old muskrat. They all had their reasons—Too far...
And then, one day, there he was — a guy was standing by MY lake, and what the…he had a fly rod in his hand! It wasn’t much as waters go — probably a couple acres at best. I’d passed by it many times always on the way to somewhere else. It lay a few hundred yards...
It wasn’t much as waters go — probably a couple acres at best. I’d passed by it many times always on the way to somewhere else. It lay a few hundred yards off the road, nestled up against the back edge of the old cemetery. I suppose to most people it would be a...
