They don’t even fight that well, the fish I mean. The analogous comparison
to an alligator in a phone booth is rather overplayed in my opinion. I would
say it is more like trying to wrestle a cow out of a bowl of concrete,
pudding, or other semi-solid substance. The sheer weight of it all, that’s
really the only impressive part.
The drive is long. The river is mostly flat. The access sites are few and extremely far between and the process is well….downright painful. I am unimpressed.
The flies are too heavy. The rods are too stiff. The sink tips are cumbersome and the leaders are bloody ridiculous. The rocks are too sharp and the water is most always either too high or too low. Again, I am not that impressed.
With McKayla Maroney like disdain I drive through the town again looking at the meager selection of restaurants and again reside within myself to riblets and fries. The hotel smells like smoke and there are no spirits to coax along a mostly poor mood. The drive almost always has complications and involves multiple auto parts stores before anything can even begin to be accomplished. Utterly unimpressive.