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Fisk?
As we headed down the dirt road south, we passed a man who was fishing in one of the nearby lakes. He'd already caught a bag full of fish, and as we chatted about life's philosophies ("all I need to do is this, it is my dinner every night."), he reeled-in another. He promptly offered us the fish to supplement our provisions of candy bars, nuts and noodles. But we had no way clean, store, or cook the fish. He seemed to understand this, and bid us farewell with a hearty smile.

 

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