After six straight fishing days with big, fish seemingly lining up for a chance to eat my flies, I just may have been a tad full of myself.
Waited until about 9:30 to head out in search of a spinner fall and on the way came as close as you could ever come to running over a new born fawn. The fawn trotted out onto my lane from under the guard rail in the median on rte. 17. I have always said don't...
