Thinking Of Summer...

Centered on my neighborhood...courtesy of Microsoft Live Search Maps. Fishing from work until dark and again dark until work. Spirits can flow as the sun sets; I'll simply walk home and pick up the car in the morning.

I live for the cold, but fair weather presents more opportunities...especially when your back (and front...and side and other side...) yard is a warmwater haven.

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Flying Ties said…
My god man, I thought I was lucky.

See you in your front Lawn, sometime mid June, on a Friday afternoon around 4:30.
2/3/09, 2:47 PM
Flying Ties said…
2 Words.

Freshwater Drum.
2/13/09, 2:39 PM
FoulHooked said…
"Freshwater Drum."

I know where they are too (top center). Now...do you have any good clam flies?
2/13/09, 2:48 PM
Flying Ties said…
Why yes, yes I do

http://singlebarbed.com/2008/09/06/i-just-want-to-foul-hook-him-in-the-mouth/


I've caught smallmouth that were breaking clams open on the bottom in the Hudson using a light tan woolly bugger dragged along the bottom really slowly.
2/15/09, 3:58 PM
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