fly fisher 'til it's over
Join Date: Oct 2013
Location: Rogue River, State of Jefferson
When I was younger, I didn't have a good day out unless I brought back a bunch of quail, squirrels, ducks, or fish. Now, while I'll not deny the rush of the grab, it's really about being there - listening to the sounds, smelling the subtle nuances of the water and woods, and being alert to the movements around me.
Not long ago, a friend of mine lost her husband. Having difficulty coping with her grief, I told her it was time to go to church. She asked "what do you mean"? I said "I'll pick you up in the morning". I rowed her down the Rogue about 12 miles. Hardly a word passed between us. We just drank in the sounds and sights. Loading the boat, she said that was the most soul-satisfying, therapeutic, healing mornings she's ever had.
The river, no matter the color, is an amazing place, for sure!
Thanks for your pictures!
"No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it is not the same river, and he is not the same man".--Heraclitus