Fly Fishermen to the Rescue
Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 11:16 am
-Near Naches on WA-410.
Saturday, after a day of fly fishing, my buddy and I had got our dogs into our cars and we were trading out our soggy wading boots for dry shoes. Brandon had his sandals on and I was standing barefoot on hot, dry pavement when a car went by, hit a dirt embankment, flew up in the air and rolled NASCAR style untold times. All we saw was a cloud of dust and heard a noise like a freight train going by. Brandon said, “Holy s**t!â€
Saturday, after a day of fly fishing, my buddy and I had got our dogs into our cars and we were trading out our soggy wading boots for dry shoes. Brandon had his sandals on and I was standing barefoot on hot, dry pavement when a car went by, hit a dirt embankment, flew up in the air and rolled NASCAR style untold times. All we saw was a cloud of dust and heard a noise like a freight train going by. Brandon said, “Holy s**t!â€
