I can’t count the hours Anthony, Andrew, and myself have sat around tables, fly vises, fire pits or other gatherings to discuss us all making a trip to the Menominee. We finally made that a reality on 7-31 when the stars aligned and allowed us a shared Sunday void of any true responsibility. We took full advantage, I don’t think you could pack in much more driving, obsessing, and fishing in a day and still make it home safe and sane.