I thought I was doing well avoiding cabin fever this winter, until I looked out my window and noticed my hamaca covered in snow. Spring’s almost here, which means it’s time to restock on Parachute Adams #16 and load the fly rod for some backyard casting off the deck to loosen up the elbow. Of course reclaiming the deck from winter means nothing less than pulling out the grill for a test fire. I can almost smell the sweet mix of mesquite wood on the grill and the blistering hot sausages y platanos grilling, Sunday afternoons swinging como un vago on the old fisherman’s net turned hammock, con un fria. Only 19 days to go…
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