Some people just look as fishy as hell.
Like he could put you on fish on the sunniest summer afternoon, the windiest fall day before the first big storm, when the snow is blowing sideways and even on days you can’t see the other end of the boat it’s raining so hard.
Like he’s earned a wrinkle or two and those sun-spotted, calloused hands the old fashioned way, with hours in the sun dancing a boat down the riffles.
Like he could tie rigging knots in half the time you can, blindfolded, holding his and your beers between his knees all the while telling you a hilarious tale about his buddy and girlfriends that live in that red house on the hill over there.
Image by Fire Girl Photography; demonstration of real man fishing by Duck.
