Where do you even start with a question like that? I have no idea. Luckily I still have the ultimate trump card up my sleeve.
For our next trip the kids demanded we bring two sponges, I’m more than happy to comply with their demand.
Happy Independence Day! May yours be spent enjoying our public lands — the fruit and foundation of our most genuine freedoms!
Explaining my predicament, he was more gracious than I appreciated at the time. Together we drove in his rusted out brown F150 back to where my deer still lay. He teased me a little, but mostly he took care of the mess.
I turned back to the six-year-old and finally noticed what I’d missed.
I caught my share, just to convince my self it was real, then was content to row, man the net, exchange high fives and hoot and holler with an ear to ear grin for the remainder of the day.
After fifteen minutes, three fly changes and a complete rotation of casters the plan was looking dubious.
Then the line came tight. A large swirl followed and I got my first glimpse of what was on the line. This wasn’t your average trout. My son had the net at the ready and forgot all his previous reasons to go home.
Let’s face it. Shooting clays is to hunting birds what Game ranch is to Wilderness Sitcom is to Shakespeare Veggies are to venison Friend-zone is to first kiss Randy Savage is to Rulon Gardner Coffee-mate is to cream Teddy is to grizzly Gas is to charcoal Fluorescent is to full sun Pool is to, Read More
Needing to clear the guides for the 40th time I snap the tip off my rod.