Oliver knows when I start getting dressed properly, that it's time for what he calls "adventures".
Little brown, lotta fun.
Skipper stone assassin.
Browns must go to some kind of boot-camp before they are allowed to swim around. Sometimes a 10" brown feels like a 16" rainbow.
Don't tell anyone but there are serious fish downtown. Patented
Gilligan release.
Hit the river with Brandyn Rayda, a
good guy I went to high-school with. Was a slow day, so I snapped a few from above.
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