My friend Hannah Belford sent me a slew of photos last week. Mostly they were comprised of casting and cavorting from the Sandy River Spey Clave. Then, there was this one. I thought to myself… seriously? That’s dedication to fly fishing on a whole other level. Would Hannah really have done this purposefully? Did she have a bit to much to drink? Was it a dare? There’s no way an errant cast could have lodged itself so perfectly, I thought to myself.


Let me know what you think, then check out the real story here. Perhaps she should have called Mr. Cermele and asked him how to get it out