Winter's almost done..

Theres something so special about fly fishing in the winter..

I'll come home sometimes after spending

Now that fall is back, nobody can deny its true beauty.

We all love the sweet smell of summer.

The water rushes beneath my feet,

as my mind has lost track of time.

The water whisks its way

The morning started out foggy, hazy, and cool as it so often does in the spring on the Delaware River.

When I know I'm going fishing I wake up with a different kind of energy! It's truly something I can't even describe.

Boulder stricken.

Riffle ripplin.

Humbly soothe my soul.

As I sit here on your banks

Cloudy. Cold. Cobble. Stop.

I'll be right here until the caskets drop.

Flowing. Cold. Rain.

My feet collided with small granite cobble. The crystal clear water rushed over them with a vengeance, but still peaceful.

Thanks to Fly Fishing and Tying Journal, my partner Renee Catherine and I will be heading to Big Sky Country tomorrow! FTJ