It was a hot, humid afternoon in Mid-July when the phone rang . . . it was a friend of mine who had just returned from Viet Nam. A few brief salutations were exchanged and then the words that brought a smile to my face - "man, it's been a long time since I wet a line, want to take a run down to the river?" "Sure, how soon you want to go?" I replied. "I'll pick you up at 4:00 a.m., got a new concept I wanted to show you . . . make sure you got some Johnson Spoons, OK?" he said. "OK Bud, see you in the morning . . . I'll be ready!"
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