It's warm, it stays put and it just might keep some drunken oaf from shooting me.
Terry Cowgill likes to take photos of cars with lots of bumper stickers, which always are of the hippie-dippy persuasion.
Well, across the Hudson in the hardscrabble atmosphere of Ulster County, N.Y., it's a different story:
This guy received style points for the wicker creel, but lost them for a) whipping the water and b) zero patience.
Late season fishing, in high, turbid flows, means working flies around likely lies and doing so blind. Just banging a few casts into a run and then moving on isn't going to cut it.
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