"One Man's River"

As children we have those moments when we say to ourselves " I've seen that before" or "I have been there" when in fact we were never "there" or we "never saw that".....As we get older we experience these same feelings and they seem to be more realistic and vivid. Just the other day I to had one of these moments when I saw someone I knew, only to find that was not the person I knew but in fact the person I was talking to had been to the same place where I remember him from. Please don't think I've flipped, but this does happen and it brings me to the reason for this post.

Several weeks ago I received this book from a reader of Small Stream Reflections. I placed the book on my desk and had planned to start reading it in the following days. I continued what I was doing before placing the book down and soon I found myself picking up the book and thumbing through it....I never put the book down. I read it from cover to cover. It was like I was the man who wrote it. I never in my life heard of the author, O. Warren Smith..until that day. The book never crossed my many paths in search of fly fishing reading material. When I think of the places, sites, and real old book stores I've visited I never saw anything written by this man. The way O Warren Smith wrote is very similar to what I write. They were musings, jotting down parts of life's happenings along a small stream. Some of what he wrote were so much like my writings. His love of the little stream he fished is so well expressed. Now this book was published in 1942, five years before I was born....