I've finally figured out a dry place to do a bit of blogging. I'm sitting like a troll under the Highway 109 bridge – high and dry for the first time today.
So who should happen by as soon as I got my mobile troll office set up? Kevin VanDam. I scared the crap out of him when I yelled, "Hey," from my homeless person's abode.
KVD said he had three fish, worked the bridge piers with a spinnerbait and a jerkbait, then moved on. He got a chuckle when I held up a cardboard box that once housed a Bass Pro Shops gas lantern.
For white trash like me, this feels like home.