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ON THE HORIZON

Updated: Jul 10, 2020

Father’s day is this weekend. I honestly had no idea. I’ve got to get out from under this rock…


Now that I’m cognizant of the fact that it’s Dad’s weekend…I’m going to do some fishing.

Saturday will find me and another friend in our kayaks at the south end of Canandaigua Lake and on up into the West River. We’ll be chasing bass and pickerel with fly rods, primarily. Who knows, a few rogue browns and bows might still be lurking around.

Sunday I’ll be taking the kids out to the bass ponds out at my in-law’s place. You’ve heard of shootin’ fish in a barrel…doesn’t get more target rich than this. They never get bored. Neither do the fish.


We’re also heading down to Hendersonville, NC next weekend to visit some family…aunts, uncles, cousins and my grandma. Need to get the kids down there to spend some time with great-grandma Nora while we have some time to get away… and while she’s still with us. I think it’s going to be a difficult reality for my oldest to wrestle with, but she’s blessed with “old-soul” insight– she’s got an uncanny knack for understanding.


Usually there’s a golf outing with my Dad and uncles on trips like this. Probably will be again. But I’m going to take one morning and cast small flies to big trout on the Davidson River. I mean, it’s only a half hour drive from Hendersonville… of course I’m going to escape for a morning. I’ve been in touch with Cameron Mortenson from The Fiberglass Manifesto, whose home territory includes the Davidson, and he’s been generous enough to pass on some river intel. I’m psyched.


So, stay tuned for pics, possibly another video or two. And in case I don’t get a chance to holler again before… Happy Father’s Day.

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