Imagine, just for a moment, that you are standing in the middle of a crystal clear freestone creek, surrounded on all sides by the Rocky Mountains. The air is a temperature that can only be described as autumn perfection. The sky is the kind of blue that no one back home will believe when they see your pictures. And there is this perfect harmony of sound that blends moving water and wind rustled autumn leaves with the faint whisper of your fly line arcing through the air, before unfolding and softly landing on the stream’s surface.
Written by: Bill McQuarrie