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| Photo Credit: Bill Gregory |
I've been downsized.
After weeks of slingin' aggressive saltwater tapers with broomstick-fast eights, twitching my whippy little 4wt once again is, shall we say, interesting. But, like riding a bike, it comes back quickly, though the off hand feels left out with no hauling to do. Sorry, friend, your job is no longer required.
Surprisingly, the hardest thing is remembering to clear the backcast. There's no sycamores, no rhodos, on the flats. No tight quarters. I am reminded, occasionally, and get personal with the flora.
My fishing world shrinks from the horizon to a mere thirty feet.
Downsized, in a good way.
Great flats fishing + return to small creeks = a developed sense of claustrophobia.
ReplyDeleteThat computes, Dan. Perfectly.
ReplyDeleteYou guys drove a ways for that one.
ReplyDeleteWe didn't mean to, Kevin, but the lower waters were blown so we went up 'till things cleared a bit. Up turned into a ways.
ReplyDeleteNew truck?
ReplyDeleteWelcome back to the real world Mike.
ReplyDeleteNo John, that's my buddy Bill's ride. I still have, and love, the Ridgeline. 160K and going strong.
ReplyDeleteAnd Howard, it's good to be back, though I must admit to being pretty spoiled, even here.
Awesome blog, first time reader. Love these pictures of the trout and was quite jealous of the bonefish from earlier. Tight lines sir!
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, Atlas!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful pics. Now I am sitting in my living room wondering why I am just sitting here... Thanks. :D
ReplyDeleteI, too, ask myself that question much too often, Daniel. Let's resolve to fix that. :-)
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