Gayle, my wife is a natural fisher person.
She grew up in Cos Cob, CT on Long Island Sound catching killies in Coke bottles. So after we were introduced to fly fishing -a lesson with Kelly - (rivergirl.com) in Todd,NC, Gayle intuitively felt as if she were at home wading in the river.
The rippling sounds of the water calm my brain, the scurrying of the small river inhabitants delight my polarized eye. We recently spent the day on the Watauga River where time has no reference point. We came to "fish" but found that we really enjoyed connecting with our primal selves - and when the trout gave themselves to us (as the native Alaskans referred to it) , we gratefully appreciated their beauty and then released them. What a great use of a day! (Maybe next time I won't leave as many man-made flies in the trees and under the rocks.)
2 comments:
Your site looks great. Gayle and I used to catch "snappers" with those littles "killies".... but Paul told me they were not called Killies and Boss told me the snappers were really baby blue fish! It was just the local culture/nickname. So it's all good!
Kathleen
"We came to "fish" but found that we really enjoyed connecting with our primal selves - and when the trout gave themselves to us (as the native Alaskans referred to it) , we gratefully appreciated their beauty and then released them"
C'mon, gimme a break...I'll get my fillet knife, you start melting butter in the skillet.
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