It's that time of year again when I start getting random texts, phone calls, and emails from my cadre of fishing buddies. Sparse plans and hopes, new strategies, and a fresh outlook.
It generally happens about the time between hunting seasons ending and open water glory nipping at our heels. I look forward to it every year.
That I don't consort with types wanting to sell me on any KastKing gear or Skeet Reese yellow garbage is by design. 🙂
Talking to my fishing pards puts a little spring in my step. Organizing tackle doesn't contain the drudgery it did a month ago. I find myself talking to Wee (my boat) more while giving her a loving pat or words of encouragement. I watch the infomercial snake oil wranglers with amusement, all the while wondering which bait or rod/reel combo they'll choose to pitch.
So if'n you need a little fishing-talk fix, drop on by the garage. The garage fridge is adequately stocked with Colorado Kool-Aid. If I'm not there, I will probably be at Bennetts bait shop or the local watering-hole doing the same thing - thinkin', talkin', lyin' and wishin' about fishin'.
Come on Spring! 🤟