from the boys that brought us freeman’s alley and that little tribeca joint, comes: “freemans sporting club (rivington between bowery & christie) was borne out of a gathering of close friends playing pool, carousing, and drinking whisky above freemans restaurant in new york city. the regular meetings led the group to organize trips to camp, shoot, fish, and enjoy time in nature outside the concrete canyons of new york.” o.k. i know it all sounds a bit pretentious, to act like you live in a cabin in the woods, with deer heads on your wall, when you actually live in new york f#@kin’ city but what the hell, i guess a mans gotta do what a mans gotta do. lets all go fish, or at least dress up like it… cause the stuff looks damn good. by dd