For those who love small streams, wild trout, and life...in their simplest form
Monday, July 22, 2013
I can wait....I hope.
It's 6 AM and I'm drinking my second cup of Nantucket. The weather, as I look out the window is much the same as it has been for some time. My mind has been wandering for cooler, crisper weather. A time for small stream Autumn fishing.
I'm not a guy who likes to rush things, especially time, but I am tired of this hot, humid stuff. It's like getting kicked in the stomach daily. I haven't fished a small stream in some time, and it's taking a toll. I may have to walk along one and check things out.
"Oh those days" when the air is clean and so clear. When a morning frost covers all that is in shade.
To be able to walk along a stream and see beauty everywhere. Let your eyes focus on anything....
When your dry fly is cast upon the water and finds an eddy behind a stone. Suddenly a brook trout rises and takes.