Somewhere down there is the town of Lovell, a nice enough community filled with apparently level-head individuals.

Photo: Ginny Holt

The sun is dropping down towards the horizon the light turning from yellow to deep orange, shadows lengthening across the river.

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While walking down the lane to the camp entrance I noticed a bearded guy in a red plaid wool jacket. I nodded but he turned away and walked into the trees.

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A photocopy picturing a man was tacked up next to this. The words beneath the picture said the guy was in his late twenties, 5-9, 185 and in good shape.

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an enormous brown trout taken near Hysham on a Stimulator that was cast for the mindless pleasure of watching it bob and twirl in the current...

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Moose are being aggressive in the willows at the head of the lake. We give them a wide birth. I’ve had far more confrontations with them than with grizzlies over the years.

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Distant mountains, blue herons, rogue skunks, mule deer, ravens, sharptails, tall grass rustling like running water are plenty.

Photo: Ginny Holt