Thank you to my readers, my critics, my family who reads my column about once a year, at most, and the editors who still open my emails.
I appreciate all of you.
Thank you to everyone who “likes” and “shares” and sticks on one of those weird emoji faces after a shameless self-promotion post.
Thank you to all those who still use a Fish Wrap coozie for their favorite beverage.
All the way to Venice, Fish Wrap is represented.
Thank you to all of you who read a few words then toss the whole mess into the wood stove.
Really, thank you.
It’s always an honor to be recognized by your peers and I’m fortunate to be in some mighty fine company, surrounded by the amazing, lifelong professionals in the New England Outdoor Writers Association.
Fishermen tell tall tales but like a southeast wind, they tend to blow themselves out after twelve hours or so.
This Fish Wrap thing, this wonderful opportunity to tell people’s tales, to meet and fish with some of the coolest damned people anywhere, this whole mess shows no sign of blowing out any time soon.
A coozie you could set your clock with. Pardon the poor english.