I’m about to go striper fishing tonight in a cold November rain (no Axl ripoff intended) and thinking back on how enjoyable it was to sweat out the minerals just standing around doing nothing, then seeing this rooster, making a cast, and watching it destroy my fly and make hay into a drainage pipe, forcing me to flop on the ground with my rod completely underwater and hoping I didn’t lay on top of a fire ant nest or within five feet of a cottonmouth (water moccasin). Man I miss that.