A man without a fly shop is like...Well, I can't think of anything. I suck at analogies. But I can say that I would be lost without the boys at River City. Don, Pete and the crew are great guys and I do my best to spend my fly fishing cash at his shop whenever possible. Like all great shops, it is the kind of place you can pop into and talk fishing, tie some flies and tell some lies. My kind of joint...and they put up with my carp fetish well. Don cut me a sweet deal on some dumbell eyes in bulk this year. A set of 100 will be winging to Wendy Berrell shortly, and the carp of lake MI should be quaking in their boots. We intend to lay the smack down this spring and with Don's help we will be locked and loaded this time around. Dumbell eyes and rabbit strips...a deadly combination.
If you are in the area, you really need to go see River City Fly Shop. When is the last time you had to argue with the guy behind the counter because he was not charging ENOUGH for what you were buying? Happened to me today.
Long live the local fly shop!