When you're battling a biting winter wind, standing waist-deep in 33-degree water, while swinging a bright orange spey fly through the Casino Run on Idaho's
clearwater River, more than likely, you won't be able to feel your toes. Or your knees. Or your hands. You'll mention something under your breath about dodging icebergs and probably curse a time or two when your guides ice shut. Then, sometime around 5 p.m., when the sun dips over the horizon and paints the river a subdued mix of blue and or...
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