Some thoughts from my recent trip to my first home waters…
Happiness
The wading boots are still wet… cold in the morning from a night in the car.
The rod is rigged with whatever was working yesterday,
The knots tested, the tippet long enough and the weight sufficient for the task.
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The pulse of the river has already been taken and its mood known.
The path along the river has been plotted,
The first cast visualized,
The result predicted…
With confidence.
At the river's edge... ready for the day.
