The first striped bass release of the year.

Tosh Brown flew in to Baltimore and I was an hour late picking him up, violating one of my guiding life principles: Never piss off a Texan. But the book project rolls on.

We beelined it up to Havre De Grace, where the Susquehanna River empties into the northernmost reaches of the Chesapeake Bay. From there we drove up through Delaware and to the Jersey Shore. I had to bail after the first five days of this leg, but Tosh headed back down to Maryland to catch up with more rocks on the way down to Annapolis.

Special thanks go to many people for making this trip possible:

Capt. Tom Hughes

Capt. Sean Crawford

Bob Popovics and his entire crew. (And for that awesome dinner at your restaurant, Shady Rest.)

Capt. Shawn Kimbro

And last but not least the tireless John Page Williams of the Chesapeake Bay Foundation.

More details to come, and just in case it’s not patently obvious, the above photo is mine not Tosh’s and will not be found in anything remotely resembling a fly fishing photography book.