When We’re Down to Zombies and Bug-Outs; A Meat and Potatoes Disrespect for Fish

So, whadda ya wanna talk about, as we move through the dank and dreary digestive tract of winter? There’s not much a-fish out there, though I did see some perchers atop the Mullica River and working the bridges along The Banks.

Not to rub it in for snow appreciators, but we’re closing in on a historically snowless winter, more so for nearby areas more inclined to winter whiteness.