t only seems apt to run the Stray Cast here.
After all, this Web log is named for the Stray Cast, which has snapped off the end of the outdoors column in the Sun-Times on Wednesdays since April 2, 2003.
Here's today's:
NFL free-agency day feels like a close-out bin of crankbaits, with general managers rooting for that hidden hot-chub Tail Dancer.

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