off we started down the merry brick...err, grassy...err,
volumetrically wet roadways...and a flogging the lads
went as we entered the roost-about favored locale...
said and as shown in the non rolled over image, when
we hit round the actual Isle of MEGA we found that
the water gods had been shedding quite a tear over
the past several weeks...the Isle was completely impassable,
deeper than it had ever been and only traversable
by armored submarine as anything on top would have
been taken by the gator who left sizeable trail at
the water's edge...
the rolled over image shows, even the exit path of
this part of the site required sending newly deposited
fluids and fish into the ether as Jack so adeptly
demonstrates with his throttle pinned...this was the
greatest fair of water we had ever seen, giving us
that fish out of water feel...then again, nothing
quite like having that fish out of water feel to a
professional fly fishing guide, eh Jack...?...
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