And from Boston on to a few days in New Hampshire for a visit to my favorite fishing spot that’s always teeming with wild brook trout, keeper after keeper, day after day. 

One can spend hours in
this
narrow

mountain gorge hopscotching up the rocks in the middle of the stream and throwing a line in to fish each hole and never see another person. 

For obvious reasons the exact location must remain a secret

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betwixt me and the trees. 

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I could tell you,

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but then

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I’d have to thrill you.