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.
Evening run, Black Drum
Monthly Archives: 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 … Continue reading