Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Wheel O' Camp

Behold, the Wheel O' Camp. Born and built on a beer fueled brainstorming session at Sarah's camp in the Adirondacks. I lobbied hard for the extra large fishing slice and as luck would have it, fishing is what I spun...I was gonna fish no matter what but it was nice to see the wheel worked.

This river in Northern New York is quickly becoming one of my favorite spots in the East. Even in mid summer, you can always stick a few brookies, rainbows, or browns, and the chance for a monster brown in some unsuspecting pocket water is always there. The river is accessible by road for most of the good stretches but it's also just far enough off the road to get views like this. Here, Sarah experiences the agony and joy of casting long distances over calm water to fish sipping trico spinners. Not size 18's, not size 22's, but 20's.

2 comments:

Jesse Lance Robbins said...

is 'sex' on the wheel o' camp?

Morrell said...

that would fall under "guest's choice"