Some weekends are shit-shows. This weekend was just that
To clarify, little, is a relative term.
I spent a large amount of time during the Summer of 2016 floating down rivers and throwing flies with just about anyone who would join me. Like my previous few posts, this is yet another documentation of such. Continue reading
Sometimes, it doesn’t matter where you fish or what you catch; good company is good company… Continue reading
This past Summer, my brother and I hit the Rappahannock one last time before I relocated. Grad school called, I answered, and a move was imminent. So, we threw a canoe in the back of the truck, grabbed a few fly rods, loaded the cooler with ice cold goodies, and proceeded to float. The water was slightly cooler than the air. The sun broke through the clouds more often than not. Also, I don’t remember it being crazy hot, which means it wasn’t (based on the, you only remember the outliers, school of thought). Continue reading