Now, granted, I haven’t shoveled a driveway this winter, nor I have lost sight of lawn furniture beneath drifting snow; but it’s been dang cold down our way too and I’m glad to be back in shorts. I can’t recall a year when I still had fishbelly legs this far into April.
[cue gnashing and angst from the northern readership]
Earlier this week I took a box of new gear from Columbia Sportswear to Lake Austin where guide Mike Hastings had been stick fighting with a bunch of big bass. We didn’t catch a wall-hanger, but we played with several chunky fish on a cloudless day and got to test out some great new fishing garb.
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Mike Hastings tight to a greenie
Not sold in fly shops
Local photographer injured by rampaging bucketmouth…
The fluke, it works
Spring in The River City
Breaking the Rule of Thirds
Ben pulling in a good one