Preparation for the day. Alarm clanging away. Up and groggy, 430am.
105 miles through the wheat fields. Headlights and tail lights through darkness.
Coffee. More Coffee.
McDonalds. Always McDonalds.
Anticipation heightens. Where to start? What fly? Park the truck.
In the Spot. Bombs away. Locked In. Fish Connected. It happened.
OMR catches a fish. Not weird. Normal.
Was it on a Faytruder?
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