Wow. that guy IS a celebrity. Nice!
Great job, Mark! Another member of our blogging group has been exposed to the local media. Keep up the great work.
Right on, Mark! I would rather you be a blogger than a journalist, though. So when they send you to Patagonia to report on the flyfishing there, please post here first. LOL!All kidding aside (that wasn't stone throwing!), that is neat to see. Congrats! People one day will take outdoor bloggers seriously. Good job.
Geez - and we knew you when you were just "Shoreman"!Congrats on a great jobWolfy
Congrats on a great job, like the down to earth fealing you give.
Well done my man, nice to see folk like yourself getting the breaks
Wow!!! That is great. We are now blessed to be in the presence of greatness.Congrats, it happened to a great guy.Tight lines and careful of the paparazzi
Thanks guys and I appreciate the fact that I didn't get one stone thrown at me. Mark
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