Can’t believe it’s been over a month since it all went down. Changing out some spent line from a reel I haven’t since used reminded me of it. I looked through my photo records of Andros and this one stuck out. A stake through the heart, purist. Props and maybe a free hat* or something to anyone who knows the score. *(Hat or t-shirt may be slightly used.)
The river still flows north and east like it always does. The fish still hit on the margins of daylight. Now’s as good a time as any to tap into that.
Jesus, did you think we were that single-minded? Also, we’re migrating this all over to Fly Addicts. If you’re reading this it probably hasn’t happened yet.
The deli parking lot had not a single space open but inside it was empty. All the cars belonged to attendees of the OTB next door. I could think of only one other place that qualifies as a lunchtime destination where, should you find yourself, you know you’re in a bad way. So what’s more depraved?
Tagged: suburban vice
My buddy’s got a pond just across the way from his house. He rolls a canoe up a path and across the street and takes his son fishing for pickerel, bass, bluegill, sunnies…all the panfish a kid or repressed adolescent could want. We loaded into the canoe and paddled off our hangovers and the Slam breakfast, but all I got to show for it is this grainy picture of a little yellow perch. Hit like a sonofabitch, I tell you.
Tagged: hangover fishing, yellow perch
The car blocking the left lane is pushing 53 mph; the car in the center is doing 52. Nothing to do but ride this one out. There’s still 45 minutes of highway, 15 on the side roads, and then from the dock a solid 25 to get outside the inlet. When it all boxes in and everyone’s doing 20, press play and wait for the involuntary exhale.
Tagged: Rebel Within, Son of Bocephus
Bluefish are typically too impudent to care that the birds are betraying them, and too geeked up to notice that the wounded baitfish they are chasing is connected to a ten-inch strand of wire.
Bluefish are typically too impudent to care that the birds are betraying them, and too geeked up to notice that the wounded baitfish they are chasing is connected to a ten-inch strand of wire.
Do you know what “nemesis” means? A righteous infliction of retribution manifested by an appropriate agent… –Bricktop
Tagged: carp, sonsabitches
Fly-fishing fishing for bass, however, is the perfection of the sport, and infinitely surpasses in excitement all other methods of killing these noble fish.” –Robert B. Roosevelt, Superior Fishing; or the Striped Bass, Trout, and Black Bass of the Northern States, 1865 (A sportsman’s contemplation well before catch and release.)
