Got a message last week from my buddy Kory about fishing pre-spawn smallies on the St. Joe. “Come on up, the footballs are eating,” he said, “and it’s ridiculous.” My friend Tom wanted in on the goodness that was to be fat smallmouth so plans were made and gear was readied. Saturday morning showed up…
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My friend and I took our chocolate balls of hair and slobber out for a little hike this past weekend. Samson and Finn got to be dogs on a few hundred acres of trails and scrub brush. They chased sticks and dove into cold water with gusto. Later that night I asked Finn if he…
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My road dog. My homie. My confidant. My asshole best friend who makes my truck smell. I wouldn’t trade him for the world.
As 2015 comes to a breathless screeching halt and 2016 rears it’s baby face like a college freshman full of hope and dreams I wanted to do a dump of some of my favorite photos of 2015.
See you in 2016…
If you were driving from Indiana to Atlanta for an early family Christmas and a friend called you and said, “The Hooch is blown but there’s a small chance we can fish some water in north Georgia. The place is called Brigadoon Lodge​ and is renowned for giant rainbows and browns that will make your…
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Cooler than a polar bear’s toenails.
Kneeling Nate nymphs noiselessly.
A big rainbow caught by Rich who was guided by Cameron
No pike were caught. One follow. Much cold. Finn judges you all.
