See the fish:
Catch the fish:
I love it when you can’t see your fly, but you can tell where it is from the half-dozen fish that stay two inches behind it. You strip, they move. You stop, they stop. Finally, one hits it…
And, well, sometimes you just catch a chub:
And then sometimes you catch one fish that weighs more than every other fish you caught that day (50+) put together.
Sweet. I REALLY NEED to get out to the water!
Awesome Gar!!! I want one!
