So there we were. Doug and I, on our favorite river, The Swan River, for a day of fishing. It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky and about eighty degrees. It was the kind of day you dream about for river fishing. The gang hooks were tied, the bait bags were stocked with our favorite live bait (worms), and everything was pointing towards a perfect day fishing.
As a matter of fact, about 10 minutes after we arrived at the first fishable stretch of river, I heard Doug yell, "Fish on!"... [Read More]
Author:: Trevor Kugler