Our Outdoors: To Eleven
July 20, 2020

Nick Simonson
The author with a white bass caught on a late evening fishing trip fueled by youthful energy, and likely, an all-day caffeine regimen.
These days I drink bad coffee. Not bad, per se, but only half caffeinated, which according to the old me is
bad, as in my younger years I spent much of the morning riding the lightning of a black oily brew so thick
I could cut with a knife. That dosage was often followed by a battery of Diet Cokes in the afternoon to
keep things rolling. As I wait for the limited amount of the stimulant to ente...
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