You can't stay away.
This is why. Another Brown comes off the flats and rips into a Callibaetis dry.
The evening had promised calm weather, but a storm comes stalking out of the west.
At first it makes no difference, and there's a flurry of rises.
But then the wind increases, starts to swirl, puts the fish down, and finally blows you home.
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