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| The puddle-jumper - built in 1946. |
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| My Native American guide - no sense of humor. And nasty habit of chewing tobacco and spitting it out--constantly. |
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| The Lodge -- hell on earth. |
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| Glad I had the guide. |
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| Two of these Americans claimed to be doctors, another a dentist, the fourth a lawyer. Yeah, and I'm Ernest Hemingway. No doubt they're all on the dole. |
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| The guide's evil children tormenting a desperate moose. |
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| Guide snags a big Northern--would've been lost without his expert net man. |
Fishing in Canada: Hours of boredom interrupted by moments of sheer sublimity--
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