Friday, September 14, 2012

Waters Calling

I am more poet than fisherman. For that reason, when the waters call my name I choose fly fishing because I deem it more art than sport. Like verse aloft and prose landing feather-like on quiet waters, fly fishing is literature of the highest form. This poetry of motion is balm for a hurried soul and therapy for a ragged mind. Please excuse, I sense the waters calling me to compose...

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