will one of these be the magic fly?
Photo by J. Harrington
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Would it be more pleasant with warm, sunny days? Undoubtedly. But, it's been a long Winter and a trashy Spring. We need to spend time outside instead of sitting in a chair, looking out a window, and complaining. So, we're going. We seem to remember an old saying that the best time to go fishing is when you can. We'll test that this week. If there's thunder and lightning around, we'll pass, because waving nine feet of graphite around with lightning in the air involves levels of dumb fool-hardiness that exceed even ours. On the other hand, this year we don't want to miss all of what passes for Spring without having wet a line. Wish us luck.
Speckled Trout
By Ron Rash
Water-flesh gleamed like mica:orange fins, red flankspots, a charshy as ginseng, found onlyin spring-flow gaps, the thin clearof faraway creeks no mapcould name. My cousin showed methose hidden places. I lovedhow we found them, the way wefollowed no trail, just stream-soundtangled in rhododendron,to where slow water openeda hole to slip a line in,and lift as from a well brightshadows of another world,held in my hand, their coloralready starting to fade.
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