A Friendly Day
Sylvia was heading out the door to have coffee with friends, and I was thinking about whether or not I should go fishing. Well, when the jack hammers started shocking the quiet morning throughout the neighborhood, my mind was made. The fiber company started pounding concrete and it wasn't even 8:00am yet. I've learned through the years to keep a bag ready for departing at a moment's notice for fishing...and I was out the door. I picked an easy trail to trek and fish today. I just wanted to fish to forget the destruction going in front of our house. And, have a relaxing time on the mountain side with no expectations. Lucky me, I was the only angler on the stream. Best of all. I arrived at the right time with trout active and hungry. The Cicadas were singing in the trees that lined the banks of the stream, and I was hoping they were exciting the wild Leetle Fellers that swim there. Nope, I didn't have a Cicada fly, but a black beetle would have to do the job. My first cas...
