THE LAST CAST
~ Steelhead Fly Fishing
North Fork Stillaguamish
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