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