Postcards of the Hanging

The sun came out and the shallows warmed and  fish moved into them. Others held fast in the current rips, poised for ambush, and still others patrolled the drop-offs or took cover in the newly thickening weeds. The fish hit the flies of those who were there and the pics are for those who could not be.

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8 thoughts on “Postcards of the Hanging”

  1. Cool post. Like the slideshow feature, looks pretty swell. I question my sanity for moving to a town with the nearest bass fishing being ~2 hours drive away…

    FYI, I’m switching my subscription over from email to Feedly, so don’t take it like I’m dumping you 🙂

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