An empty parking lot is can mean several things, among them: it’s a ridiculous time of day (it wasn’t). No one is hip to the spot (everyone is). There are no fish there (ding-ding-ding). So I celebrated my 18th wedding anniversary with an EP Carillo corona gorda and tried to enjoy some blissful solitude. Even a constant, soaking rain couldn’t wreck my casting practice. And so it goes.
Why I like RLS Easterly colors (grey dun, silver, peacock, fluorescent yellow) during an easterly blow. Even in dingy water, this soft-hackled flatwing really pops.
You celebrated your 18th wedding anniversary swinging flies in the salt? And you’re still married…and still on this side of the grass? Congratulations on both accounts! (You must have a very understanding wife or you’ve got something big up your sleeve for her. Lucky dog.)
Nope. Status quo. I picked a peach when I came a-courting her.
You did well my fiend. I have to confess I did too…but it took me two tries.
Red leader? Is that Amnesia?
I’ve gotten that a lot over the years. It’s World Wide Sportsman Camouflage mono (no longer made).
Ive been doing the same thing in the lovely rain of the great south bay. Empty lot, walking the back marshes by myself accompanied by and Oliva with the two handed beulah 9wt. Me and the geese, cranes etc and the schoolies.Still its a nice thing on a weekday morning…
It beats working, that’s for sure.