The brushy point sloped amid tangles of green and grey into Mexico's Lake El Salto. The boat slinked into position and the heavy, two-handed rod flexed, spooking an irritable blue heron and scattering ...
I've been fly fishing most of my life. I've also been enamored with fishing for bass for as long as I can remember. Bass was ...
All around the boat, Lake El Salto was waking up. A purple glow seeped over the Sierra Madres, turning the lake’s surface into a puddle of ink. Tropical birds stirred along the bank, whooping like ...
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