Springtime on the James Michael Simon 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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