I went fishing the other night below Keystone Dam about dark-thirty. I fished a couple of hours without nary a bite. It was hot and muggy without much of a breeze so the bugs were out in full force. They found the sweet, tender meat of my ankles much to their liking. None of this would have mattered if the fish had been biting.
As I sat there waiting for the tips of my rods to go crazy with the thrashings of a 30-pound cat, I noticed a 4-legged cat or two making its way down to river. At first I thought Continue reading “Keystone Diamonds”