Don't worry, it'll never happen unless time, some time in the nearly infinite future, repeats itself. Nope, ain't a gonna happen. Lord, I miss fishing. I miss getting deep in the woods and seeing a mass of salmon spawning in a virtual puddle of water way way up a river until it's a stream and farther up 'till it's something less than a stream. There finding a salmon where a bear had eaten a chunk of the belly and left the rest on the bank. Also, being awe struck by the large number of salmon nearly packed in that tiny stream and large puddle with the upper half of their bodies exposed to the air, and all of them wiggling. I miss that steelhead my grandma caught, (my steelhead).
