I'll Start...
I'd go to: Belize to fish Permit.
Here's why: Gin clear water, warm sunny weather, sight fishing wary prey after an intense stalk, mind blowing runs when hooked...and wet wading. Plus, wailing on alternative species off the edge of the flat if there are no tails in the air.
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Looking at that fish makes me think of staring down an eight inch hole through fourteen inches of ice.
pacific coast. may be washington, may be oregon or nor cal. t-mos and K know the river. the rockfish night.
pouring rain that subsides into a grey morning. sweet smell of doug fir over coffee. dog's even feeling it. river goes green and the steelhead are on the move, close in. all the fishermen stayed home 'cause it was too cold.
type three, unweighed orange shank prawn on the shallow insides. fly comes though the fast and into the slow grease. line comes tight. hardy starts up and shit breaks the fuck loose. all is right with the world.
What he said.
or, the lower deschutes in august or september, but, there only if i am allowed to kill all the other motherfuckers that would most certainly be there at the same time...well maybe not all the motherfuckers, but some anyways.
Bacon, nice...i've never been, but it might be a close second...
T-Mos,
jeez, I'm thinking about fishing nirvana and your on the clock tower with an assault rifle...pick a different river, man.
K,
soooo....what that, Lax lake in February?
i'll keep my river and assault rifle. a dude has got to change it up! imagining nirvana is the set up to a big let down.
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