On the Bay

I packed up the truck and drove away from Iowa. It was the end of the semester, and I needed some east coast in my veins. I had a summer session in Latin at Catholic University and a job at Camp Wabanna. The benefit of the latter was the convenience of the Chesapeake Bay right out my front door. It was inevitable I would buy a saltwater fishing license for Maryland (which is relatively inexpensive) and spend some time on the bay, fly fishing.

Forgetting I would be consumed with Latin and little campers, I only got on the water twice. The first round was an evening where I made casts with both fly and spinning rods and only got one strike. It was on a small, green spinning lure. The second outing involved Chris Franklin, a good friend, and we came up completely empty—except for some decent photos.

Here are some shots of Chris casting with the front wall and Lodge of Camp Wabanna in the background.