I've got a guy. You've probably got one too. He's the guy you call when you’re heading out someplace you only fish every so often and need some intel. He always seems to know when and where to go and where the fish will be. Is it a sixth sense? The knowledge gained through experience? Sure, it may be, but the odds are better that he's got a notebook, or in my guy’s case, a crusty old manila folder that looks like it's been around since the Reagan administration.
Dear Diary
by George C Costa - Monday, Nov 9th, 2015