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Monday, May 21, 2007

And Only Another Fly Fisherman . . .

. . .

I’m missing the breeze in my face, the glare off the water blinding my view. My fly rod teeters in my hand as I make for the water’s edge. I always look back, making sure I haven’t forgotten anything. Then I enter the water and wade into its swiftness.

It’s always the same, but not always . And there’s the difference. For the latter is big sky country. Where the land meets the sky and continues forever. And only a wise eye knows why, where the greens, blues and browns flow swiftly and everything merges into one. And together we walk . . . ?

Dan Hanosh
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