The Tug Is My Drug
Stories from the river
Sunday, February 13, 2011
My weekdays are usually filled with daydreams about steelhead. There just aren't many things as sweet as bright steelhead on the swung fly.
This hen absolutely crushed my bug. There were a bunch of sea lice on her belly.
I'm not sure they come brighter.
This buck was a toad. Not super long(32), but it had the deep body of a springer.
The tug is my drug
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