Good friends, grass flats, and the wrong kind of heat
July 8th, 2009 | 4 commentsWhen a old friend tells you the weather is steaming like a tropical jungle, you thank your lucky stars some cool mountain air is just a few hours drive. But when they describe their fly fishing spots using terms such as habanero and reactor core, you drop your socks and grab your…fly box.
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