Seriously Winter? Where are my dry flies.... for Christ's sakes... where are my streamers?
What are all of these things you call nymphs? Call that that thing whatever you want.... it's still a bobber...
I am damn tired of the snow. Cracking ice out of my guides is for the flippin' birds. I swear, if I have to throw out one more roll cast of a bobber, lead and multiple nymphs... I will projectile vomit. Come on Spring... where the hell are you?
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