I got up at four this morning and put on my river disquise. I disquised myself as Stillunscrubbed and went to meet my undercover partner. He was disquised as Cuttin Taters. You may recall, our mission was to gather a complete and comprehesnive report on the CF and get a picture of a baitflinger jerking the guts out of a 13" brown trout.

Well, as I finished the last of my first cup of coffee since November, I contemplated if I could wait until we got to the river or should I go back inside and attend to the paper work. While I was deciding that, my partner, in a high falsetto voice, said, "Is that lightning?"

Well the whole dam sky was filled with lighting. It was an easy decision. I went home and my undercover partner went dowtown to walk Dickerson Road. I mean, heck, he was dressed for it, why waste a perfectly good disquise?

So you will have to wait until next week for my report. By then, they may have the sluice gate open and we can sluice.
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Constipation has ruined many a good day. Not as many as stupidity, though.