Business in the front, bait in the back.

He didn’t choose the mullet.
The mullet chose him.

It crept in slow—like a summer tan or a pond legend in the making. The front stayed clean, but the back had a mind of its own. We could’ve cut it. We didn’t. Because deep down, we knew—he was born for this.

This wasn’t about style. It was about becoming The Minnow Mullet.

Why “Minnow”? Because you’ll usually find him knee-deep in water with a fishing pole in one hand and big dreams in the other. He doesn’t just look like a southern fishing prodigy—he is one. And the hair? That’s just his superpower.

He’s got more party in the back than a bonfire on a Friday night, and enough front-end focus to bait a hook blindfolded.

It’s grit, charm, and chaos in curly form.

The Minnow Mullet isn’t here for attention.
He’s here for the legacy.

A little wild, a little weird, and fully committed to the flow—
He’s reeling in more than bass these days…
He’s reeling in fans.