There is, now, a special place reserved in hell for the total piece of trash that took my chest pack out of my car last night. I’m a country guy, and didn’t lock my car, so, I guess I was asking for it… but still… I think I have every right to condemn this person to a hot and painful eternity.
The loss is really confined to the trout/bass/carp side of my fly fishing life, but that means the lion’s share of my flies… I’m guessing somewhere between 200-400 flies… a bit of everything, softhackles, trico spinners, massive stone fly nymphs, green drake dries, smolt, fox poopahs, elk hair caddis, adams, pink alberts, PT’s, copper johns… everything.
The thought of re-building that arsenal is daunting and not something I look forward to.
Thanks, a-hole. You are first against the wall when the revolution comes.
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