Owl Jones Tuesday, October 18, 2011 It’s 7 a.m. on a foggy Blue Ridge Morning “I’ve got him! Ohhhhhh, man…don’t go into that log….come on, baby….come on….hold tippet! Hold!” It was fourteen inches of angry brown trout in two feet of clear, cold creek. The thing wasn’t giving up without […]
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