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SSPey
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« on: March 14, 2013, 04:06:34 PM »

Another year on the books, but this one started sunny and 50s, so exactly how is this winter steelheading?  The group leader, Clyde, rolled into camp with Ocean Man, rocking high octane energy of a full year's anticipation.  Cookie was there, peeling days from consecutive weeks of steady twenty pounders on these south coast waters.  Wig and Yak slid in around midnight, quite literally so, Sir James Murray style.  Within minutes the predicted calls of firewood scarcity were assuaged by two full trunks and a pile of sticks.  Camp would be ablaze for days, bringing warmth, water (white and green), whisky, and occasional glimpses of rainbow ghosts.  Deliciousness courtesy of Cookie's fine lady friend bracketed each day with sweet starts and stumbling stops, ultimately earning her overflowing good karma in the form of another twenty pound hen.  The epicenter of the universe was shifting, again, and not the foggiest drive-by sentiment that this or any other river might need exploitation in the name of "friends" could break the solemn vow of keeping this watery gem under wraps.  This is winter camp on the ledges of Louisiana's south coast bayou.
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« Reply #1 on: March 14, 2013, 04:45:30 PM »

Well put.  Thanks for sharing.

Those ledges put out.


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