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I wish I had some better pictures of my friend Bob, but the honest truth is that no photograph could adequately capture
the dancing gleam in his eyes, nor his infectious giggle, nor the way he looked, standing beside a river, rubbing his beard
and contemplating where the old "big'un" was waiting to ambush his bait...
"Hopelessly lost, but making good time"...
Bad Bob Chesney 1979
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