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Winter’s EndJesse RomeoThis photo screams look at me, see what I amWinters harsh nature to kill all in its path,Silhouettes of trees stand in the backgroundThe branches form a spider web in the sky,Catching the frozen rain,Reaching up to the heavens for help,Screaming help me God, for winter has spread its disease,The leaf killing disease,Response from the heavens,“Be patient children, your time to flourish will come soon”China white blankets al letting nothing grow,Death has plowed its way through,In seasons life will return.New YorkKrista EricksonSkamania ManiaJake PallasIt was a frigid morning, one of the coldest of last winter.The thermometer read twenty-six,But my four layers were screaming below zero.The shores of the St. Joe River were lined with ice.As I took a mouthful of coffee a giant cloud of fog drifted over my eyes.I left my warm bed at five-o-clock this morning.Got to the dock around five-thirty.Brian is waiting for me, boat ready to go.We were the only ones on the water.The water had a thin layer of fog above it.We dropped the seventy pound anchor, and the boat swung around in a hurry.The current was bringing debris past the boat at amazing speeds.This morning, each breath froze your lungs.Your throat screaming for warmth.We cast our lines, set out the lures, and hustled back into the heat.It wasnʼt until seven oʼ clock when we hooked our first Skamania.The line on the reel was freezingI tried to retrieve inch after inch on this acrobatic fish.He was alive with hunger, and not giving up.When we got it on the boat it was all over,And I warmed my hands up on the propane heater.I call it Skamania Mania.My Left HandsKatie Bucklietner16 Spring 2008