Starting the trip off right with a couple coffees (not sure who the dude is in the background) we got to Boston and bought our metro cards and got right to business with a bowl of black Alfredo pasta, walked the Freedom Trail to see where Sam Adams, Paul Revere and John Hancock are buried, Paul’ house, Mikes Pastries, Bunker Hill at dusk, and capped the night of with some lobstah and clam chowdah. Holy cow it is wicked time for bed.
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Oh, but wait, there’s more. My second sighting was moments away.
I starting chatting with Cory. (He is a top notch guy, by the way. I hope I can fish with him in the future). We were talking fishing, blogging, kayaks, and then I noticed him breaking down the rod he was casting. Well, not the rod, but the fly in particular. I asked him if I could see it. He then said, “Those are the toughest poppers I’ve ever had…”
My response? “Is that a Zazzy Pop?!”
It was indeed. The one and only. We want on talking about them and how he was hoping to get them stocked in the new fishing section at Wild River Outfitters in Virginia Beach. In my mind, all I could think about was, way to go, Owl.
|Zazzy Pop: The Toughest Popper|
|Cory Ruth Holding his Zazzy Pop,
TFM Kayak in the background.
My life is like this table in front of me. Full of to-do lists, books, bills, clutter, a trout unlimited calendar…. Just have a lot on the plate right now. Is that bad? No. Not at all. It just means, I’ve had less time to interact with this blog and you all that happen to swing by from time to time. I also haven’t been able to visit your pages and read the great content you’ve been putting out these last couple weeks.