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When word of the apocalypse first was brought to my attention I felt unprepared. I thought “what am I going to do on my last day of existence.” That thought didn’t last long. I had my rods, reels, tackle, and kayak loaded up Friday night in preparation for what was going to take place. With judgment day on the horizon I couldn’t think of any other place I would rather be than on the water catching fish. And did we ever catch fish.
There are special days on the water when things come together. The days the stars align and nothing goes wrong, except for tangled lines, pulled hooks, break offs and straightened split rings. But in the moment those calamities are easily forgotten and part of the excitement. Especially when you feel another fish is one cast and a few twitches of your topwater away. These are the days us addicts, i.e. fisherman, live for. The special days that leave an imprint in your memory.
Saturday was one of those days.
Full report and additional photos here...
There are special days on the water when things come together. The days the stars align and nothing goes wrong, except for tangled lines, pulled hooks, break offs and straightened split rings. But in the moment those calamities are easily forgotten and part of the excitement. Especially when you feel another fish is one cast and a few twitches of your topwater away. These are the days us addicts, i.e. fisherman, live for. The special days that leave an imprint in your memory.
Saturday was one of those days.
Full report and additional photos here...
"I love the smell of napalm and watermelon slicks in the mornin'...."
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