If 007 were an angler….

I happen to be a fairly big fan of the Ian Flemming novels from the sixties. I recall the skinny little paperbacks from my father’s collection on my bookshelf while I was growing up. I hope they are packed away in box somewhere in the garage. So it is of no...

Don’t Knock My Taco Bag

My angling buddies have long ribbed my use of the 45 gallon Utility bucket for my wading gear transport from river to river. I do have to clarify, it all began with the use of the ‘family’ Jeep Commander and my wife the Boss not wanting it to look like an...