“I kept dead-drifting and slowly jigging my root-beer bugger through the chocolate milk-covered water, hoping for a strike.”
—George Daniel of Lock Haven, PA, gold medal winner in the 2009 United States Fly Fishing Championship, as quoted by Mark Nale in his “Naturally Speaking” column, The Daily Herald, Nov 7, 2009
I live in an Appalachian hollow in the Juniata watershed of central Pennsylvania, and spend a great deal of time walking in the woods. Here’s a bio. All of my writing here is available for reuse and creative remix under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License. For attribution in printed material, my name (Dave Bonta) will suffice, but for web use, please link back to the original. Contact me for permission to waive the “share alike” provision (e.g. for use in a conventionally copyrighted work).
Now that’s a mouthful!
Oooh, what a sentence, I love it!
Yes, I’ve never been so tempted to take up fly fishing before. Who knew it had such a colorful vocabulary?