He’s at his parents’ house in Martha’s Vineyard (it remains to be seen whether they deem him old enough to use his own pole) and I’m heading back to the Buckhannon River.
Last Sunday, I pulled a dozen bass out of the hole, including the beauty pictured to the right.
This week, I probably won’t get a bite.
In the interim, enjoy the football stylings of Silva and MDS. (I also may fire up the Sprint mobile hot spot for a story or two, if/when the fish aren’t biting, and Rosenthal could be making an appearance after he scoops a goldfish or two out of the bowl, which likely will be the closest he comes to actually catching a fish today.)