There’s been a curious absence of fish-related anything for the last month or so. I knew that you knew, but was afraid to broach the subject in case you didn’t …
That’s because guys that write about fishing prefer the notion they’re expert anglers, predators even … the woods and its many inhabitants tremble at our approach …
Nothing could be further from the truth. We encourage our readers to assume that anyone that writes anything knows more than most, and if their prose is stilted and poorly punctuated, they’re expert on any outdoor topic including drinking.
Our editorial license permits we neither correct your erroneous assumptions, nor mention important details like, “…being got&%$)! skunked”, in favor of a time-lapsed blizzard of overly saturated wild flowers …
Above is the rare Tomato Poppy, the first of Spring …
It cost me two pants legs of icy water, the catastrophic failure of both legs of my hip boots, and was worth every swear word uttered, plus the follow on scratching I did to ease those welts the exposure to Metam-Sodium raised …
Glad to see you were able to get out and stick one. No easy task given all the travelling you’ve been doing.