You could take a radical gamble on the perfect day in January, live clean, go to church on Sunday, say your prayers at night and make a last minute donation to the charity of your choice. You could go to sleep with your fingers crossed the night before, dreaming of calm winds and migrating tarpon and, if you’ve settled all your Karmic Debts, you might be rewarded with a day like this one, January 12, 2009.
Giants, lots of them, hundreds, blackwater sleepers in a vast backcountry lake, they were glowing like green neon lights in clumps of three or seven, many were obviously over a hundred and fifty pounds. The small ones were forty.
No worries though, they wouldn’t eat anything, after five hours of casting flies I finally relented and let Wayne throw out a Dead Ladyfish Chunk. They wouldn’t eat that either.
Take heart Ned. You’ll stick ‘em all in the next life!
Comment by Craig Masterman — January 13, 2009 @ 8:31 pm