After what’s been a pretty rough week in Australian history, and that’s all I’m saying, not getting into politics here. It was genuinely good to receive a warm and fuzzy message that reminded me why I do this.
Zac sent through an image with a short message along the lines of “All scratched up… another story to tell.” The photo showed the handmade timber lure still hanging from the Murray Cod’s mouth, battle scars and all.
My reply was simple: “Scratches are my love language.”
Not long after, another image came through, Zac cradling a true river monster, a proper wild Australian native fish, taken on a custom swimbait that had clearly done its job.
Those scratches, teeth marks, and worn timber are exactly what these lures are built for. Each mark tells a story of a cast made, a swimbait rolling through the water column and a cod that committed.
These moments, real fish, real rivers, real stories, were exactly what I needed this week.
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