It's 12:21 pm.

Just returned last night from witnessing nature's greatest story of death and rebirth - the annual migration of the King Salmon. The site - Baldwin, MI and the Pere Marquette river. The "run" is at its peak. You can litterally walk out into the river and get within 6 feet of these massive fish. Some holes were stacked with over 30 fish. More than the fishing, it's watching the centuries old dance. The female waiting on the bed of gravel. Giant fish in only inches of water - sometimes their dorsel fin appears out of the water like that of a shark. The moving of gravel to prepare a bed for the eggs; the hen's sideways flopping, wiggling, beating her body against the gravel to get the eggs to drop. After a while, you would rather just watch than attempt to catch them.

oh yeah... Corso is still an idiot.