the best fisher ever.

sometimes it happens in a pub, sometimes it happens streamside. i guess it could happen anywhere where two or more anglers might chat but regardless, at some point in our fishing lives we’ve all heard the “who’s the best fisher in your opinion?” question.
my answer is invariably, this guy. he’s not a competition angler, isn’t Orvis nor Anyone endorsed, in fact he’s not in the least bit interested in praises nor endorsements. i like that.

i know, i’m not much of the conversationalist when it comes to subjects like this…

Straight,

no Purple Haze chaser.

you go your way,

i’ll go mine.

if we’re lucky we’ll both get lost and meet somewhere in between.

gasping for air, literally.


corvids in their typical ‘overheated’ display.

when temperatures soar i’ll often find them just sitting there, beaks open wide, taking in what they can to cool down.
one might think they’d be better off doing this in a forest’s shade, and perhaps they do but i so far i’ve always seen them do this out in the sun. go figure.