Shots from the bench

It sounds kind of like hits from the bong, and it's close qualitatively speaking. These are some shots of my little hole in the ground. Love this place - it's wet and dark 'cept for the little light over the vise. Beer bottles abound and double as fly-drying-racks. See for yourself I guess. Come on over too, if you want a tour or if you want to tie up a 7" dragon-bunny-killer known to be lethal as it pulses hair that looks like it's alive in the water of any given lake.

I'm getting ready to paddle my way to micropterus dolomieu and esox lucius... funny that those names remind me of God and Lucifer somehow - think because of vague resemblance to some latin roots.