Where: The Beach
When: The past two weekends
Conditions: Chilly, wet, windy
Flies used: Clousers
Species pursued: Sea-run cutthroat
Song of the day: “Scar Tissue,” Red Hot Chili Peppers
The wind cut sharply across my face. At odds with the direction of
the tide, I had little choice but to muscle my line obliquely into the
breeze and hope for a halfway decent setup.
“This is as good as it’s going to get.”
Rich nodded, knowing that anywhere else we went would be just as challenging.
“Let’s hope it’s as productive as last week.” …