Wolf Spider

Two grey shapes suddenly came into view from beneath the reflection of the clouds, thirty feet out. I immediately released the fly from my fingers and made three rushed false-casts before…

The feeling was almost eerie. Instead of a traffic queue with cars wedged in front of each other, vying for a spot, we drove straight up to our terminal. In place of harried passengers rushing…

Muzza’s cast was one that would spook most big GTs — the fly landed on its tail. But this brute swung around and casually followed the big black Brush Fly as Muzza stripped as fast as he…