And the seeker said unto the masses: "Go forth and angle, for the prodigal fish have returned to thrash upon the rocks, and amidst the water."

And lo, even as he has said it, it has come to pass. For tonight he didst scramble amongst the stones where the great bridge fords the river, and cast his sinking line into the maelstrom, wherein he could see about 1 foot...and the shad didst feast upon his flies.

Thrice did the fish, of 18-19 inches, eat his flies, and thrice more didst they hurl themselves upon his hook in many an odd manner. Missing several hook-sets, the seeker didst heave his curses upon heaven, for it is an abomination to him. And whilst the undesired finned beasts of the mud are also therein, I say to you, do not be afraid, but unhook the fould beast and return him to the water, for the true object of your desire shares space with the beast of the mud; these trials must be endured.

Yea, I say it again, the fish are in the river. Go forth, pilgrims, return to whence thy heart dost skip when the pearlescent and finned beasts of the water savage thy creation of fur and feathers.

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