The universe must be telling me something. I just spent part of Friday night reading Barry's book "Carp on the Fly". I need to get in some casts at the golden sucker soon.
Oh, it is not the universe...just me. I have been secretly hiding behind your house, whispering into the heater vent...you like to fish for carp...you want to get all your equipment muddy...you want to come home smelling like an open sewer...you like to fish for carp...big carp...you like stinky mud...love stinky mud...
Glad you said something cuz I was about to call a shrink. Thought my marbles were falling out.
I voted for this movie of Tim's when it was in the contest for I believe The Drake mag. Unfortunately it was up against some really awesome story of a blind guy who still fly fishing.Good stuff though regardless.