travel: big sky…
When I was wee, in the summers, I would pack up the tackle box and sit by the front door, rods in hand, and wait for my dad to get home from work. We’d head to the shoreline and cast out until the sun set. I love fishing. But sadly, I haven’t done much of […]
When I was wee, in the summers, I would pack up the tackle box and sit by the front door, rods in hand, and wait for my dad to get home from work. We’d head to the shoreline and cast out until the sun set. I love fishing. But sadly, I haven’t done much of […]