~ Steelhead Fly Fishing ~

North Fork Stillaguamish River

The Last Cast © Ken James McLeod

Someday, there will probably come a time when I can no longer wade the rivers fishing the riffles and pools, casting for beautiful-hued steehead and trout, which I was stepped into at the tender age of six when dad handed me his fly rod with a chrome-bright Deer Creek wild summer-run steelhead attached to it; but that day has not yet come. And so, as an older man now, I cherish the mornings, days, and evenings that I do walk upon the gravel bars and wade the rivers of my dreams. To me, it is a therapy that my soul feeds upon. And in the end, I'd like to think that I'd go holding onto a fly rod in the grasp of my hand. God how I love it so...


June 17, 2013

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