"A word is but a feeble attempt to describe a feeling." --
Deepak, Jr.
Let’s
just say you are trying to fly fish, along the Lochsa River. You do this nice arc with the line, and you
know it’s gonna land in the perfect hole, an eddy just above the huge stone in
the middle of the current. You let it
fly, and the fucking hook rips the Eddie Bauer hat right off your bald
head. There is no word to describe the
feeling.
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