The Bricklayer and I were having an argument. We had just landed on the shore of the channel and were rigging our rods when it broke out. It wasn’t loud and agitated, just imagine two old salmon fishermen discussing which of the old river keeper’s daughters are the prettiest and you’ve got the idea.
Normally we get along without any differences and are both pretty tolerant but this time we had hit the high water mark. The controversy wasn’t about life and death it was much more crucial. We debated the weather or to be more specific the weather forecast.
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