Granny (Bob Granstrom) runs a blog called Flydaho, dedicated to fly fishing Idaho (although this story takes place in Oregon, we’ll forgive him). His health has slowed him down this past year, but he’s come roaring back to start off this new year with a great piece of writing. He tells of an adventure titled “Super Bow” with his faithful dog Bozo back in June of 1964 (most of us young punks weren’t even born yet–full disclosure: I was conceived one month before his story took place, so I can claim “young punk” status on this) and the black drake hatch. Get over there, enjoy the piece, and drop him a comment.

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