Just before my trip to fish with my brother and father last week I fished with Gene from Backwater Angler up on the Gunpowder. This was one of three trips in a row where I'd sat on the freeway in hours of traffic while watching the weather go from perfect to awful before I was even close to the river. Gene and I fished a stretch of water I'd fished many times. Gene fished a wooly bugger ahead of my wet fly rigs and absolutely schooled me. I'm not ashamed. It happens and he's a good . . .
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