Music fills the truck, streams out the windows
Guitar riffs crying, drifting where the wind goes,
Roll up, slide out,
Rig a rod, fly doubt,
Yeah. That one... Knot it.
...continue reading "Evening run, Black Drum"
Month: April 2013
And just like that, we’re on a boat!
I got the word via text – water looked good, the mackerel were in, and Chris just caught another one. I couldn’t jump in the truck fast enough. “Smacks” are toothy speedsters, usually the first pelagic fish to move in near shore and present fly chuckers a chance from the jetty. A small, flashy fly to imitate the anchovies that were schooled in abundance around the granite slabs, and it was game on.
