It's March, and although sleet/snow is cumming down in the Midwest, spring floats are right around the corner. With football season over, we need some type of excuse to casually drink 12 beers on a Sunday.
The flatland has some good looking rivers that don't get much fishing pressure. Most small river floats you will see the occasional paddler, but rarely do you see other fisherman, and fly fisherman almost never.
Spring is a good time to try new beers.
Oculto tastes like someone poured a cheap shot of tequila into a bud light lime, and then pissed in it.
Stick with Dale's
You don't have to travel to the northwoods to catch a musk on a fly. Last spring this tiger gave us a pretty big creampie surprise while casting slump busters for bass.
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