Confluence
Dead Guy Buggers
Serenity on the Yakima River, WA. “After a few days exploring the river on foot and sneaking through the riparian zone at dusk, a front moved in and dropped enough rain to make the camping miserable and the water clarity borderline blown, so back to the westside we went.” Photo: Copi Vojta
Words: Noah Davis
For James and Ryan Wicks
The widow sold the bag of them for 20 bucks.
They were laid next to her dead husband’s creel and automatic reel on the table in the yard.
One gallon of black buggers for a night of tips seemed like a steal but what more
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