Not many anglermen are capable of catching even moderately respectable browns, so it should come as little surprise that few men have ever actually landed yours truly. A few have, though it has been scant few and they’ve been far between.
One such man who had what it took was the Rough Rider–the Bull Moose himself–President Teddy Roosevelt, seen here with myself. Details are sketchy as the photo was taken a long time ago, when I was very young. Since then I’ve been through, seen, grown and forgotten a great deal.
I respect few men, and even fewer fly anglermen. Theodore Roosevelt was an exception, but he’s long gone.
I am still here to tell you with great certainty that they don’t make them like they used to, as evidenced by all of you who happen to be reading this. You all are no Teddy Roosevelt.
I am Roderick Hawg-Brown, and I speak the truth.