BLOODY KNUCKLES

Updated: Jul 10, 2020

It was a morning like any other morning on the water.

Then it wasn’t.

Big nasty pike got a whole jaw-full of strip-set-streamer-and-eight-weight comeuppance.

Toothy sonofabitch.

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