Sitting on a tree along the side of a small mountain stream, I watched my daughter delicately cast my three weight up current. It was her 21st birthday. She had a diamond on her left hand now…given just the day before from whom I now refer to as my second son. She doesn’t fish often, …
Tag: Parenting
Fatherhood and Brook Trout
… the visions that we leave The fog clung tight to the water, as the run poured over moss-covered rock. The hemlock and birch along the banks crowded over us, making it hard for the sunlight to stream through. To look up or downstream you found yourself leaning forward, head up, eyes squinting, straining… trying …
Appalachian Mountain Brookies 