The Meat Whistle hit square on the thickest part of a large partially submerged shrub with an audible knock, like I was knocking on wood for luck. As soon as it hit the water a largemouth bass roiled it in like a Dyson Vacuum - all sucking action and no bag. It didn’t take long […]

Sitting back with a glass of Rex Goliath Pinot Noir, and wondering just how I could have misjudged those Wipers so badly. Before I go into the short story on the back label of the Rex, I must confess that previous to this, I thought the Hybrid/Wipers were simple bruits who just powered their way […]