Step one: Use all of the wipes. You choose.
Step two: Put leftover fishing stickers on the bin to look cool in front of girls.
Step C: Put trout reels in for organization or travel.

This particular Huggies bin is holding 4 Abel Trout Reels!

Once I made it to the Beltline, I was on my way. Within seconds another truck was at my side honking madly! He was letting me know that my tailgate was down. Without a moments passing so many thoughts went racing thru my mind! I made it to the side of the street and witnessed in horror as I approached the rear of my truck, all of my belongings had made their way to the rear of the truck bed and dangled off the tailgate. Now this is one of those moments that time slows down and the sound of my breathing was in my ears! My Simms Reel Briefcase which held my most prized material possessions was not in its place. They were no longer in the truck.

In panic, I raced back into the truck and gathered myself as I headed back to the intersection where the infamous loud bang made itself known! Within moments I was at the site with no bag patiently waiting for me. Who could be so low and how am I going to tell anyone, “they fell off the back of my truck.”

From hear I will skip the sleepless nights and fetal positions with safety blankets.

Fast forward to today and all is well. All of my reels have been replaced and I am ready to stand in cold water once again. I have only my insurance company and David F. from GOPC to thank! David patiently helped me reorder my reels while my insurance agent and I are now on a first name basis.

The one thing that I have learned from this is to record and photograph all of your belongings that in a moments notice may be lost. In the heat of the moment, I forgot to list a few items and made them onto the policy at the last moment. With the ease of digital cameras today, take a moment and photograph items and make a digital list so that when you are at your worst, you are prepared!

I will be the guy on the water smiling! See you there!

This was a day to fish the Eno and slay white bass. The Eno had other plans by showing her dirty side. She was a filthy, muddy river with debris floating in all directions. No one was catching fish, and there were plenty of boats to watch. With no fish in hand, we packed up and dragged my skiff back to the house.

Plan B: Crude Cane Poles and Minnows.

Billy is someone I have known for sometime now and he owns/runs Boondinis Sandwich Shop in North Raleigh. His shop and the fly shop I worked at were next door to one another. Lunch for me was common at Boondinis. Billy has a small tack board in his shop that he posts his fishing pics and those he takes with him. These fish primarily come out of Falls Lake and Billy knows the lake well. With 4 cane poles, an assortment of spinning tackle and minnows, we launched onto Falls. I grew up in Raleigh and have spent countless hours on this lake. I know it well. Billy knows it like one of his children. He knows when and how it can be fussy. He knows when it is most productive and caring. Today was a day that we had the sun shining, what I feel were minimal boats and nasty wind. To further the crudeness of the day…cold ones on ice for the layed back foot propping moments.

This was not a day for high dollar rods or reels. Nor was it a day that required strict presentation to elude demanding sippers. Today was a day to appreciate simple fishing and yank in some hard pulling bullies!

Don’t mind the hat. It has no logos that you will recognize.

• I went out to the hazel wood,

  Because a fire was in my head,

  And cut and peeled a hazel wand,

  And hooked a berry to a thread;

  And when white moths were on the wing,

  And moth-like stars were flickering out,

  I dropped the berry in a stream

  And caught a little silver trout.

  When I had laid it on the floor

  I went to blow the fire a-flame,

  But something rustled on the floor,

  And some one called me by my name:

  It had become a glimmering girl

  With apple blossom in her hair

  Who called me by my name and ran

  And faded through the brightening air.

  Though I am old with wandering

  Through hollow lands and hilly lands,

  I will find out where she has gone,

  And kiss her lips and take her hands;

  And walk among long dappled grass,

  And pluck till time and times are done

  The silver apples of the moon,

  The golden apples of the sun.

Everyone should check out the grill at Exit 182. While, fried and greasy, it looked like the right kind of vittles for a cold day on the water. Cheap too!

Tomorrow, Saturday will see scores of boats on the water and I think I will stay home. I am looking to next Friday in hopes of finding them again. Good luck!

One of Two on a cloudy,windy day!

I’m looking forward to the next time on the water, tomorrow!!

March White Bass

I printed a small number of t’s so there would be some uniqueness to them!

Each shirt is $15.00/ $20.00 shipped in NC

Whats left….

2 Large Blue (not light blue as shown)

2 XLarge Blue

2 XLarge Tan

1 XLarge Gray

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Clouser Fly T-Shirt

Haw River White Bass Run Woodcut. click image

Limited Edition of 12 on Japanese Rice Paper

Print Size 12 x 3

Paper Size 16 x 7

$65.00 each

$70.00 Shipped

$10.00 from each print sold will be donated to Triangle Fly Fishers (Trout Unlimited) in the purchasers name.

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