My eyes are not what they used to be. In the twilight, threading the fine monofilament tippet through the minute […]

The Allure of Rising Fish
I had been told the hatch started at 2:30. It was a cloudier day than the previous three days, so I […]
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My eyes are not what they used to be. In the twilight, threading the fine monofilament tippet through the minute […]
I had been told the hatch started at 2:30. It was a cloudier day than the previous three days, so I […]