My summer season is fun but it eventually leaves me contemplating my eventual longing for a fall or winter fishing trip that doesn’t call for 5x tippet, any stage of pmd, or god-forbid, the pretentious-bobber (strike indicator). Usually, I cannot yet disavow myself of the necessity of all these things. I find myself longing for Playa Blanca as summer temps have me drying my teeth while posing for photos with 14 inch trout…. the buff thoroughly pulled up about the head and face area. After my fourth season serving as a host, I can not wait to get back.