Jerks at the Pond
Omar, the resident high school dropout, was whizzing past on his 3 thousand dollar scooter just as I was releasing another chunky 2 pounder back into the aquamarine colored pond. He stopped to chat...
Omar, the resident high school dropout, was whizzing past on his 3 thousand dollar scooter just as I was releasing another chunky 2 pounder back into the aquamarine colored pond. He stopped to chat...
The first time I went to the Eastern Sierras, it was late October and winter had come early. The GF (at the time) and I thought that trout fishing was like bass fishing, and...
It’s stocking day at Probation Pond, and the locals couldn’t be happier, as the ramp was loaded with anxious individuals ready to score a stocker, or 12. I saw the Merry Men of Sherwood...