I’ve been in the valley a long time. I know where the bodies are buried. Hell, I was the pall bearer for more than a few. I don’t know if that makes it home, or if it means it’s time to be moving on. It all started in October. I was heading up to Fools’ Lake. It’s tucked into the foothills, but there’s no real trail to it, and it’s tiny, a couple of acres max, so I don’t know anybody who fishes it. But I heard there were goldens in there years ago, and I thought the exit creek might hold some spawning bulls late in the year.
The devil knows you're dead
by Jon Tobey - Monday, Mar 3rd, 2025