Cold Steel

long cast, uphill mend and slack... the line moves, hook-set the black muddler burys, the hook sets.. the fight is on, glass bends into the cork.. me and it.. alone in a snow covered wilderness.. we greet, photo.. and im alone once again, God and the Fiberhammer have been good to me. 56 steel since the first cast in April.. I adore my new friend.. best money ive ever spent.