We got into a few good fish the first day and then practiced our casting for the rest of the trip. Long drizzly days on the water ended with some Irish coffee and a nice hot fire. It was a grind. As it should be... some of the time. And I’ll leave you with a few thoughts from our Drake musky camp.
A morning constitution interrupted by otters will make a person grumpy for the rest of the day.
Cotton rain pants kinda suck.
I’m still not sure if Johnnyb wants Dan’s Mom’s “cookies” or Dan’s Mom’s cookies.
Big cans and parrots is a new kinda fetish.
I spent way too much time laughing and repeating the phrase “Oh Noooo... Ooh noooo” in some kinda creepy Ohio accent. Thanks Seth.