Dude, you thought that reading “Fishing” + “Turkey” meant you’d be heading into the mountains to fish crystal-clear torrents packed with wild trout?
Well… not this time! You’re going to what might be your worst nightmare of a fishing vacation — straight into the belly of the beast, a mass-tourism beach resort with what passes for rivers: channeled concrete ditches that look more like sewers and mosquito breeding grounds than any kind of fishing spot. But here’s the thing you’re forgetting: you’re going with Luke Gater, and that changes everything.
You thought you knew what fly fishing obsession looked like? Brother, you had no idea what you were walking into. Everything you ever imagined about dedication? That was small potatoes — now we’re talking.
Thank you, sweet fly fishing Jesus, for putting Luke Gater and his adventures on our path!