There are time in life where everything just comes together, all of the pieces fall into place. This was the case on a late spring day in 2012 when Brad and I met up for an unscheduled and unscripted day on the water. There was a time when Brad and I would spend nearly every "open day" together chasing fish, fowl or game, alternately we might opt for shooting sports and or golf...needless to say, options were not an issue.
There are three great attributes of partnering with Fowler...
- He knows the species in question...fish or game, most likely he has the formula for success dialed in. He has many times described some outlandish adventure that we were considering, I would quickly begin to doubt the wisdom of his plan just to be amazed at its accuracy and the corresponding results.
- He knows how to handle the tackle....this section requires subparts to adequately describe the details. a) he has all of the tackle, the man could restock a medium sized sporting good store if the need arose. I am talking about pallets of lead bird shot, racks of decoys, waders of every description, bags of unopened fishing tackle etc...in addition to his complete library of rifles, smoothbores and loading equipment. His truck has every manner of small gadget tucked in all available pockets and nooks. If we forget to bring lunch or go off into a snow bank...no problem, a mid rate forager would have no problem scraping together a package or two of jerky, a proper assortment of fruit flavored water drinks and if lucky, perhaps an old elk sausage that slipped into the defroster while being warmed up
The best part about runnig with
