“Best of all he loved the fall the fall with the tawny and grey the leaves yellow on the cottonwoods leaves floating on the trout streams and above the hills the high blue windless skies"
by Ernest Hemingway
I've waited a long time to have the time to enjoy my favorite season. There's never been enough time. Too many competing interests. A longbow and rifle required regular mountain walks. They now gather dust. Work, well what can be said. It demanded a lot of time and effort too. Well, I've retired my counting tray and spatula and shut off the part of my brain that had been devoted to work. My mind and body can now be re-purposed. A fly rod beckons. Make that several. And fish. There are too many uncaught trout. If they're lucky, they'll stay that way. I plan to have a little say in that matter though.
So, two weeks into this next life what have I to show? Well, gas. You know, for the car. There's been a half dozen trips to the creek. Mos…
by Ernest Hemingway
I've waited a long time to have the time to enjoy my favorite season. There's never been enough time. Too many competing interests. A longbow and rifle required regular mountain walks. They now gather dust. Work, well what can be said. It demanded a lot of time and effort too. Well, I've retired my counting tray and spatula and shut off the part of my brain that had been devoted to work. My mind and body can now be re-purposed. A fly rod beckons. Make that several. And fish. There are too many uncaught trout. If they're lucky, they'll stay that way. I plan to have a little say in that matter though.
So, two weeks into this next life what have I to show? Well, gas. You know, for the car. There's been a half dozen trips to the creek. Mos…