BWOs and 53 Degress of Magic

“This past week, my late father must have been rolling in his grave. His only son skipped deer hunting on the second open day of the regular firearms season to fly-fish the Solon stretch of the Kennebec River. ‘What kind of effete elitist would fly-fish during deer season?‘ he would have asked.” Ken Allen is rewarded for thinking the timing is perfect for a blue-winged olive hatch on Maine’s Kennebec River.

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