Got a herniated disc last Friday, which of course is the day after I got a new rod in to play with. Now it's just sitting there over in the corner in it's nice, new cordura covered tube, just dying for me to pull it out, string it up, and take it fishing; but, that's the way it goes sometimes.
I've got all my buddies callin, textin, and emailin, planning trips, or just wanting me to join em for a day. Nope, trying to follow doc's orders so I can fish this fall.
Got Tim up in NC just...

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