In my reflection, I see a satisfied angler, because he gets to fish with good friends. Every slosh in the mud or cast rolled symbolizes a well-spent moment.
The fishing's been good all winter and spring, culminating with a good day on Saturday. Many fish, many photo ops, and many high-fives. I'll leave the details between the banks, save for one photo.
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| High-five! |
All this floods my mind as I watch the rivers rise.
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Liked this piece a lot! Mike
Great post Josh!... "between the banks"... sounds like a perfect place to leave the details!.. thanks for sharing.
You just captured the feelings of all of us enamored ones. Beautifully put.
Thank you.
Between the banks of which river?
What a fish! Hope you got into some nice ones yourself!
I need to pick up my game if you just assume this couldn't have been a fish I caught. It was at Lee's Ferry.
Nice post,makes me want to go carp fishing.
enjoyed this one very much, Josh.
The picture of that beauty of a brown was gravy. I tend to be slightly obsessed with large brown trout. I would love to not love them as much as I do (I hope that makes sense). But, I have a hard time not loving the peculiar proportions and exceptional features they tend to display. Those "shoulders" and that massive adipose fin are intoxicatingly huge.
Thanks again, Ivan. I also love a big adipose.
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