tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135315887656480705.post9173930978484647525..comments2014-10-13T11:35:55.503-07:00Comments on On the Road in Michigan: The Stump ManJeff Countshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18136492730274400456noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135315887656480705.post-55762630026280613802014-10-13T11:35:55.503-07:002014-10-13T11:35:55.503-07:00Mike, thanks. Anybody who fishes picks up these st...Mike, thanks. Anybody who fishes picks up these strange things over the years. Our task is to figure out the meaning, if there is any. Jeff Countshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18136492730274400456noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135315887656480705.post-70423865855761370962014-10-13T08:11:24.077-07:002014-10-13T08:11:24.077-07:00Thanks, Jeff....always love reading these. Reminds...Thanks, Jeff....always love reading these. Reminds me of a ritual I used to observe years ago. I was waiting for a now deceased wonderful friend and fishing companion on the mainstream of the AuSable once over 30 years ago. For some reason, while sitting on a huge pine stump next to the river, I slipped a quarter into a crack of the stump. I did this over a period of years whenever I fished past the spot and now, all these years later, if I get down that way, below what used to be known as Pine Road, the stump is still there as are the weathered quarters. Thanks for the reminder....Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07386060963939721393noreply@blogger.com