Illusions and Delusions A light breeze rambled through the mountaintop, rustling the leaves back and forth like embers in a fire, bringing the foliage into the full blaze of autumn. Pockets of red, gold, and violet leaves dotted the otherwise orange canopy along Sleepy Creek Mountain, painting the forest into a masterpiece to be envied by any artist. The forests of late October are rivaled only by the heavens, and unquestionably is the best time of year for hiking through the wilds of West Virginia; a fact that was not overlooked by two gentlemen. They walked along the ridge topIllusions and Delusions
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A light breeze rambled through the mountaintop, bringing the foliage into the full blaze of autumn. Pockets of red, gold, and violet leaves dotted the otherwise orange canopy along Sleepy Creek Mountain, painting the forest into a masterpiece to be envied by any artist. The forests of late October are rivaled only by the heavens, and unquestionably is the best time of year for hiking through the wilds of West Virginia; a fact that was not overlooked by two gentlemen. They walked along the ridge top of
Tipping the Mate “...and it’s about fishing where others have passed by. Sometimes you need to cast in the unlikeliest of places to snag the true memories. I once casted into a pond behind Ricky’s bar and pub, and I hooked the greatest catch of my life: my lovely wife Valery,” I said as I concluded my speech to a host of cheers from the audience. I had been asked to be the keynote speaker for the Annual Mid-American Fisherman’s Society Meeting, and it had been requested that I gave my routine speech about freshwater fishing for NorthernTipping the Mate
Another Brick in the Wall What once was clay and sand was now so much more, molded into the bricks that held the building up. I stood before the simplicity of the wall, and touched the transformed earth before me. That’s when it hit me again, and I found it increasingly difficult to breathe. It was the texture that attacked my soul, sucking the air from my lungs. Coarse, gritty, and so intricately complex, the wall was far from the illusion of smooth that my mind had projected onto the surface. But it was more than just the prima facia texture that had grAnother Brick in the Wall
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