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The truck bumbled over the horse path toward the road. It was a good afternoon of fishing. The rain from the morning held and touches of blue sky slowly appeared in the west. A white egret stalked the pond’s northern shallows while we sat in the small fishing boat. As we reeled fish to the surface we guessed the catch. Crappie flashed white, bass a warmer gold. From the tottering trunk I watched a…