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Saturday Breakfast Trout
Once or twice a year, on a Saturday morning, we’d head out to the back of our yard where the roar of the Musconetcong could be heard clearly, catch trout, then fry them up with wine and butter. Cereal was for another kind of day. Ed Sherry’s story hits spring’s perfect pitch.
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Ed Sherry is the site and social manager for The Peasant Wife. He’s also a mindful fly fisherman.