Trash on the Fly

Got a call from The Young Jedi; man has been bustin a cap on some carp on the flats lately.  One day in 2006 we bolted out of work early and went straight to the lake and I showed him the joys of lead core on a running line and he got his rod bent [...]

You know where they don’t have Whataburger? Russia. Freakin’ Russians, that’s what they got there. Vodka. That’s what I say.

  Zach is a fashion beast.  Oh, the fitover-style sunglasses are mine, to be sure– in case of polarization emergencies.  The baseball hat as well.  But only Zach can turn a borrowed hat and a spare t-shirt into serious flats stalking gear. His fish was also sporting something from the Fall 2008 line:  the Carp Gagger [...]