No words to describe this trip. Actually no wild butter bellys to describe, only their cozy little trout water residence...65 degrees and clear. Sonofabitch the fishing sucked but company was good. Imagine bonaroo or some festival scaled down to 20 of your closest homies w/ one crazy ghey redneck in a cowboy hat trying give out ass whoopins and life lessons(not an invited guest).
Camp fire. Good tunes. Beverages of your choice. Some crazy stories. A few crazy dogs with a little Mississippi leg hound in 'em terrorizing the women and children and the domesticated calm dogs. That pretty much describes our wild outing in the woods of the Blueridge WMA. There will be one or two more outings into the wild before the end of the year...hopefully with some trout to show off. Peace out!
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