Mono Rig Baseball Tee

$35.00

The Mono Rig is a hybrid system for fishing nymphs (both tight line and indicator styles), streamers, dry-dropper, wets, and small dries. With 20 pound monofilament as a fly line substitute (and with fly-line-style casting) better control, contact and strike detection are gained with the Mono Rig versus a traditional fly line approach.

But you already knew that. So here’s the shirt.

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Here’s a classic baseball tee with a super soft material blend, durable print and athletic design, printed on the Tultex 245

Modern fit
¾ sleeve raglan shirt
100% ringspun cotton
Ribbed neckband
Puts more trout in the net

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