I forget how pretty this stream is.
How climbing this stairway of rock and flow pushes everything else from my mind.
How plunge pool follows plunge pool follows plunge pool...
How wild and willing and feisty the fish.
How each tug on the line might be a brown, a rainbow,
Or one of the incredibly ornate brookies that inhabit this place.
Or one of the incredibly ornate brookies that inhabit this place.
I forget how peaceful and quiet it is here.
But what I don’t forget is how good it is to share such places with a friend
And how much that friend will be missed when he moves.
Safe travels, Ken.
And thanks for the stream.
Note: For a fascinating academic perspective on our sport and its classic literature, check out Ken's blog, The Literary Fly Fisher. Good stuff.
14 comments:
Ken's a great guy. I enjoy his writing and would love to hit the water together. Beautiful pictures Mike.
Great images there and brings back many memories of my time spent in N. GA and NC. loves those blue lines. cheers.
A great guy indeed, Howard, but let's not hint that we know that.
I fell in love with these Appalachian blue lines while backpacking back in the day. I spoke of them enough that my step-sons bought me a fly rod and the rest is history. Thanks for stopping by, C.B. And keep the good stuff rolling at Revive!
Makes me want to grab the 4wt and chase some forgotten blue line for brookies. Well done again Mike
I couldn't ask for a better response, Joel. That's what these pictures do to me too. Cheers!
I can't believe fish actually live there. I am definitely living in the wrong state.
That area looks amazing.
Don't know about the wrong state, Ken, but North Carolina is a wonderful place to be a fisherman.
It's that and more, Daniel.
And do you two know each other? Both in the Chicago area, right? Share some water, dudes!
What a beauty!this stream is a dream...
JP(:
A dream indeed, JP. I need to find my way there more often. Its always nice hearing from you!
That is a pretty little stream. I need to go find a small stream this weekend.
Of course you do, Steve! That's always a true statement.
Years and years ago my Mother gave me a talk about "the little things in life". As a 19 punk, I didn't get it. I do now. Since I've moved to the Midwest views like your stream maker homesick! Fantastic post!
The little things indeed, Seth. And at 19 that means absolutely nothing. Glad that there's some advantages to getting older.
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