Jaws: a bout with Hannibal the Cannibal

Fly fishing is mostly a quiet and contemplative sport, but sometimes an event occurs that far exceeds a normal day of casting flies to rising trout. This is a story about one of those events: an event so far outside the typical fly fishing routine that it had to be told. It happened to a friend of mine, Dave, on what he called a miserable rainy day at the end of July.

LINK (via: The River Reporter)

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