Rusty’s Journal on Fly-Fishing Outing (Between Toketee and Lemolo) November 30, 2016
Cold feet because of thin socks.
Clumsy fingers that have forgotten how to tie with gloves.
Several cups of coffee reminding me how many layers are under my waders.
No back-cast room, the trees have collected several flies already.
Snowflakes telling me to pull up my collar.
Good friends finding and “loosing” at the same time.
Just nod my head and smile, I can’t hear a word they say!
A long, slow, dark and rainy drive home.
The look on my wife’s face when I bring home a fish.
And the squeaks of excitement from our little boy when he touches his first fish!
Thank you, George
Thank you, Terry
Thank you, North Umpqua