While walking to the parking lot I spied him... could it be?
It is not common to see another fly rodder in central Illinois, but Monday I happened across one - in the wild, totally unplanned. It was the first time ever....and me with out my fly rod.
His name is Fred. Or was it Frank? He had just started fishing and I had just finished, but we made time for a chat about smallie fishing in Illinois. I suspect he may end up reading this, so everyone better act normal. We have company.
(I did catch fish, but you'll have to wait for that)