The anticipation of the hunt. The christening of a new lodge. A gathering of outdoor communicators and conservationists hand selected by a great guy. “Of course I’ll be there! It‘s an honor, Brandon, thanks for the invite!” I said. For nearly two months all I could think about was seeing this new place that my friend had acquired and trying my hand at bagging a Missouri Buck. The place also has a stream flowing through it that allegedly is home to some smallmouth bass. My curiosity was piqued. Two months of daydreaming of catching bass on a fly under autumn colors or waiting in silence as a perfectly matched ten pointer paused within range until the two things seemed more like a decision, a choice to be made.
The Big One that Got Away
The Big One that Got Away
The Big One that Got Away
The anticipation of the hunt. The christening of a new lodge. A gathering of outdoor communicators and conservationists hand selected by a great guy. “Of course I’ll be there! It‘s an honor, Brandon, thanks for the invite!” I said. For nearly two months all I could think about was seeing this new place that my friend had acquired and trying my hand at bagging a Missouri Buck. The place also has a stream flowing through it that allegedly is home to some smallmouth bass. My curiosity was piqued. Two months of daydreaming of catching bass on a fly under autumn colors or waiting in silence as a perfectly matched ten pointer paused within range until the two things seemed more like a decision, a choice to be made.