We have three weeks till the Spring Preview issue of Southern Culture On The Fly hits computer screens worldwide, and I still have no idea what I’m going to wear…I’m thinking waders and a fedora. I will be spending the remaining days holed up in my basement, wearing my robe, huffing ether, and ranting, Howard Hughes style, about the fly fishing similarities between Kelly Gallop and Papa Smurf and why Gargamel represents everything I hate about bait fisherman. I am pretty sure this whole deal is about to get squirrely.
- Dave
