For those who love small streams, wild trout, and life...in their simplest form
Monday, May 18, 2020
I Never Stop Wondering
Most times while out fishing I'll notice something that seems out of place. Like the pile of rocks along the trail. Looking at them they seem to have been put there by humans, but the reasoning doesn't compute. I don't think they were put there as part of a stone wall. There shape and size seem like a great deal of help was required to put them there. The access to the pile is not on a old logging road, just a small path. I poked around the pile for a spell hoping to maybe find an old tool or maybe a rusted sign that might give some answers to the rock pile. No luck and so I walked on to the stream.
I found some more rocks, but I"m familiar with these and I have a pretty good idea where they came from.
I remember the movie The Outlaw Josey Wales, when the Indian Chief held out a horned toad and told Josey, toads tell you which way to go. These white flowers with their petals in a forward cone shape might be telling me which fly to use....maybe a reversed hackled sulphur?
Does this stream have a name? It does. And that's the name.