Costa Rica on the fly – From Marlin to Machaca
“They won’t eat those”.
“You know what they eat… they eat these!” as he holds a brown and black wooly bugger under my nose.
“Wooly buggers…Get out!” “
The one and only” he replied. “You’ll see” he says as he walks down to the river gesturing with his hand for us to follow.
Copy and paste this URL into your WordPress site to embed
Copy and paste this code into your site to embed