I fished a few of my favorite runs on the Sauk today. The water looked nice, and it was good to be out on the river again. However, I couldn't help but to feel as if I was making one last visit to a relative that is about to die.
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"During every one of those thousands or more casts, the angler must cling to a silent prayer that is forever a winter’s hope, no matter what the actual fly pattern.”

Bill McMillan