Few things concentrate the mind like the unexpected music of a celestial choir. It certainly brought me up short, midstride on the trail along the South Branch of the Au Sable River, fly rod in hand, listening over the murmur of the water and the sounds of the woods. It was the kind ofglorious afternoon that can follow a cloudless, cold October night in northern Michigan, brilliant and clear...
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