I continue rolling, eventually surpassing the shadows
cast by the Birmingham skyline.
A short stretch on the interstate then take a left and go through the industrial district
then through one of the poorer areas within the metro perimeter. Turn left at the Jet-
Pep with the bathrooms connected to the car wash and another few hundred feet and
I’m by the creek. I piece together the 5-weight and string my line through the guides,
tie on some 5x. Some bugs are coming off so I peruse through my box until I find it.
Something small, dark and can float. Not too small, size 14, maybe 12. I can never tell.
"My
observations
have shown
there is a large
overlap between
people who are
non-readers and
people who like
fried stuff"