You know that feeling – when you just need to get fly-fishing, the feeling, that something important hangs in the balance – and you can only save the world by tying an imitation bug to a strand of nylon and whipping it back and forth a while and then plopping it on the surface of some body of water – you know right? Or the feeling that you’ll shatter into a million shards of glass and fly in all directions at once unless you are tied to a struggling fish by a fly-line. Well I’ve had that feeling lately.
I haven’t had a chance to get on the trout stream…but we got out to the local farm pond. It will do. Mother Nature found it in her heart to bless us with some plump and spunky bluegills.
And she topped it off with one of the most beautiful sunsets that I’ve seen for a long time. Well it worked. The world is all better for a while – and I think I’ll stay in one piece.