“Would you pick Larry Bird or Magic? Who is better Michael or LeBron? Would you take Russell Westbrook or Steph Curry?”
For two hours, every few minutes, the questions came. Casey is 13, and a big kid. He hit a dinger in each of his last three baseball games. We sat in a rowboat rented from Fletcher’s Cove upstream of Georgetown in D.C.—the best urban fishery in the nation—watched the sun rise, and cast for shad; him with a spinning rod, me with a fly rod. Eventually, I took him to school 20 minutes late, and his principal raised her eyebrows at yet another morning orthodontist appointment.
On the river, we caught fish, watched wood ducks, and several osprey, a bald eagle, and lots of cormorants feeding on the herring moving upstream. Underneath the water hundreds of thousands of shad, and striped bass moved from the Chesapeake into the Potomac River to spawn and feed.
