Two years ago Ryan and I went camping
in the Methow Valley 10 miles up from Winthrop
while he slept off booze I went fishing
I hooked my biggest fish ever
in the slack water at the back of a tiny rapid
it was a whitefish and almost made it into my net
before it broke my rod and swam off with my stone-fly
I came back empty handed
The next morning we filled our stomachs with biscuits, gravy, and coffee
I bought a black souvenir t-shirt with a wolf on it
I had just heard a pack of wolves had come down from Canada
and were now living in the Methow Valley
so I was excited about my new t-shirt
A week later I couldn’t find the shirt
Two days ago I was cleaning out the trunk of my car
and found it in a crock-pot I had left back there
for some reason I’ve since forgotten
I haven’t taken the shirt off since.
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