“You are not golfing, amigo. You can’t be here,” he said. I asked him for a ride back out to the highway. “Cuidado con los cocodrilos,” I said as I sat down next to him. He smiled and shook his head. “Loco.”
According to Matt the shortstory is; he’s a father, writer, outdoorsman, vetran. According to us, he’s one of the finest writers in the game, and a yankee, but a really good writer. Read more words at fishingpoet.com