Springtime on the James
Flying through Richmond's rush-hour traffic, I exited the interstate at
Franklin Street and negotiated the labyrinth of narrow,
cobbled one-way lanes of Shockoe Bottom, then crossed the Kanawha canal
to finally roll to a stop beneath the portraits of Powhatan Beatty and
Robert E. Lee gracing the James River flood wall.
Hurriedly, I pulled on my hippers, wrestled into my vest and assembled the 9-foot
graphite rod that was still strung from the previous evening's fishing. The shad were in ...
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