Bluegrass and Brimstone: Southern Culture On the Fly

You’re Frank Armstrong. You’ve buttoned up the field camouflage wool overshirt to the butterfly resting at the base of your neck. It will get all it can handle in the late fall breeze. You drive past your pull-off once because there’s a pick-up coming the opposite way, and you’re weary of unnecessary interest in what may lie beyond the tree line. You’re due in Georgia tomorrow for an expo, but the illusion of sunk cost in five previous days on the water is weighing on you. 10,000 casts- is that over a lifetime? A week? River? Year? Best not to chance it. 

Read the rest here in SCOF 53 pg. 58.