I dated Riley. I dated Megan. Both girls are dead, and now I'm wanted for rape and murder. I'm innocent of both crimes. The weigh of guilt is killing me, but when you're trying to escape, you sometimes have to stop running.
Fishing with teaching colleague and outdoor writer, Bob Smith, in Wisconson, 1988. Bob published the article in the 1989 issue of Sports Afield. Yes, that's me holding the fish, not looking very much like a school teacher. Did I catch it? Why would you even ask?