Sunday, December 11, 2011

that other thing.

A long time ago, before it was fly fishing, it was something else. A different thing that sucked the green pulpy marrow from my pants pockets.

Now, in the quasi-wintery slow AZ fishing season, that other thing has been picking on my mind a bit.

Couple new o-rings, a updated hydrostatic test and it's game on, baby.

'99 Vortex Autococker. Old school. I think there are a few prepubescent, ego-laden young hot shots that need a fresh coat.

Back players unite. One case one kill. Get some.

-Alex who is reminiscing about the lovely smell of polyethylene glycol in the morning.