09/30/11 - 1:45pm
It’s always tough to see the squadrons of Sandhill cranes heading south but this year it was a special downer because an era has come to an end.
My bride has decided to monitor any procedures associated with winterizing my fishing gear.
We’re talking beyond-wicked supervision.
Simply put, the bucket doesn’t cut it anymore.
Back in the good old days it only took a couple of minutes to stick all of my shore paraphernalia into the same plastic pail that I sat on while fishing and stuff it in the basement.