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"Joan arrived and we followed the ebbing current down toward the park. There seemed to me to have been a lot of restorative work in the plants as the channel north of Jug Bay was well defined. Joan recalled the time we had paddled there and poled through thick mud, unable to find open water. But today little fences held in the bulging vegetation and the unfenced area was deep water. At least deep enough to paddle in. Near the edges, these tiny little fish would start jumping across the water like a skipping stone. Often they would bump into our kayaks before skipping off somewhere else. Once I managed to catch one in my hand as it skipped up to my boat, and I came close a few other times."
Story (Submitted by Noel Wed Jul 21, 2004 )
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