From: EMTY
Date: Aug 21 2009
The morning was fresh and there was the call of the wild.
The stream slithered through the meadow without a sound. Suddenly a ring appeared on a tranquil pond and as if by magic a rainbow flipped out spreading tiny clear droplets that sparkled in the morning sun.
I tried to tie on a #18 caddis, but opted for a #14. Double vision told me at least I had something tangible in my hand. All the while rainbows were dancing everywhere like kids on a trampoline.
My first cast was surprisingly perfect with no bushes or overhangs to thwart my efforts. I could see the water dimpling under the fly as it floated toward the spillway, but no offerings after the disturbances, so I wondered upstream. With the best of my ability I finally cast above a fair sized waterfall on a beaver dam. The fly tumbled down and settled in a whirlpool at the base of the fall and disappeared. My line grew tight and I knew I had something on the other end. I lifted the rod and the surge of weight that told me it wasn't just a snag.
My morning was fulfilled, my heart pounding as I gently released the precious creature to live on and touch the heart of another soul, such as mine.
Till next time Via Con Dias