my cotton pants soaked, a rod in hand, a Detroit-built Duck Watch on my wrist, and a Stetson straight from A River Runs Through It on my head. An Asheville butcher was giving me instructions on how to cast my soon-to-be-tangled fly rod. He let me fumble a bit before showing me the right way. There’s virtue in figuring things out on your own.
For me, this is a trip to another world. To the locals, it’s Monday.
Shinola’s reissue of its popular dive watch, the Duck 3HD 40mm watch, is what brought two Midwestern boys (Liam, the gifted photographer, and me, the competent-on-good-days writer) to North Carolina for 48 hours of catching fish, rappelling down waterfalls, and eating good food.
