On April 1, 2019, I set out with my father to enjoy a day of fishing in Upstate NY, as their season had just opened. We loaded up the truck and headed to the stream, it was a chilly morning, the kind where it is hard to tie flies because your hands are instantly numb.
After I trialed the call in the yard, I cleaned it off and stored it in my vest. I was ready for spring. I was truly impressed what these four friends had created.
