Tag: fishing poem

• October 10, 2023

  Fly

  mountains, the placid water, sluggish atriver’s bend, the fly placed just right, quick flickof the wrist and timing is everything,the trout strike in the dying day . . . I watchedthe old man tie this lure, enchanted byhis fervor and curious how a twistof thread and wire becomes siren to theseriver dwellers. He’s gone now,…