Summer. The days we dream of. The days that will not be rushed and neither will the trout, who rise when they're gaddamned ready. Late evenings are good but, better yet, are the early mornings; those times of utter silence, when the entire universe seems asleep. But not the trout.…

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The Big Water

Today I fished the Big Water. In an attempt to keep Her golden treasures concealed, She hit me with brutal westerlies and cloudless skies. Bathed in warm sunshine and accompanied by the sound of rustling alder, I smiled as I watched trout dimple on chironomids in a sheltered pool. September…

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I attempted to write something yesterday, however, much like the tears, I failed to catch the words which tumbled through my fingers. Like the rest of the fishing community, I reeled at the news that you had passed; you, one of the nicest, most humble and beautiful human beings I've…

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Always Whispering

She bubbles and babbles, always whispering. She can also roar, heavily stained as she moves ever downward, a slave only unto gravity. Today she whispers. Happily trickling and chattering as I listen in silence and smile.

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Silver Linings

When all this is over, we won't have experienced anything like it. They'll have been left alone and untouched; untroubled by trout fishermen, dry fly imitations, and bad drifts. Left alone to do what trout do when we aren't looking. It is going to be awesome. Silver linings.

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Though the World Is Going to Hell in a Handbasket, Life Isn’t so Bad

Last night's rain had resulted in a day of dog walks and fly tying. The water table is so high at the moment you could spit and there'd be a flood. Yesterday, however, was a good day. Yesterday I was able to cast dry flies. Nothing targeted (as nothing was…

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This is My World

I spot her from atop a bridge, mouth white and gills flaring as she feeds on ascending Heptagenids. Every once in awhile she rises, targeting one of the hundreds of thousands of midge trapped in the surface film above her position. This is my world. Thirty-something minutes getting into position,…

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