Fishing the Nantahala by Bradley A. Evans
“Let’s check out Rufus. See if he’s around.” “Who’s Rufus?” “He’s a brown I’ve been chasing for two years.” “We’re looking for a single fish?” I asked, a bit perplexed. “Yeah, he’s a legend, twenty-six inches.” Thomas and I parked next to a small cliff. A jam band was trickling…
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