The mystical and magical creation powers of rain appear time and again in different cultures throughout history. Yes, admittedly, I no longer believe in them. However, rain – or more simply, water – is vital to life. Sadly, whenever I think of rain it’s a 50-50 shot at C.C.R. or that fucking – albeit catchy as hell – Luke Bryan song.
The Outer Banks (OBX) of North Carolina. Before last week, I would have thought someone crazy for evening associating the OBX and “nice fly fishing destination”. And I kind of still do. However, just because a place isn’t the best, or even better than most, doesn’t mean it ain’t good. My recent adventure to this Eastern Shore family vacation hub provided plenty of good fly fishing.
There is a time and a place for almost everything. This was a time and a place for a guide. Continue reading
Excerpt from a recent bar conversation with someone who doesn’t fish: “How do they (the fish) feel after you release them; do you think they remain frightened? Even if they don’t remember it, is it a suppressed thing, like PTSD?” Continue reading