Well...Norlands curse continues to reign supreme. After his 24 hr hiatus of vommitting we finally hit the river for a full day of fishing. Today was yet another example of how God and the state of Michigan hate Norland. I am starting to believe I am getting punished as well by association. The river dropped about 8" but the warm temps brought a stain to her demeanor and a hatch of bank maggotts to her shoreline. I'll fish in -5 temps with frozen guides anyday over positive temps and crowds.
It's been a grand run but I fear its time to turn the upper river back over to the element. Time to bust out the Hyde and fish the lower river for fresh fish and some solitude. Some days its a walk in the woods but thankfully the woods around here are heavenly...
It's been a grand run but I fear its time to turn the upper river back over to the element. Time to bust out the Hyde and fish the lower river for fresh fish and some solitude. Some days its a walk in the woods but thankfully the woods around here are heavenly...
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I do not enjoy pictures of trees. Thanks a lot, Norland.
Was Gene's techni-color yawning from the Sambucca?
Tequilla, a stomach virus, and the curse.
yea think i experienced that virus up there, must be in the water
Nothing can kill me...
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