Fins up.
Today
I woke up early.
I dressed my girls. My oldest dressed for school. My youngest dressed for a trip to grandma’s house. My wife, she dressed for work, and she was pissed to say the least.
I drove to the San Marcos River.
I grabbed a fly rod.
Strung it up.
Tied on a fly.
A Johnny Fly.
I kicked and fished nine miles of the San Marcos River.
I used my muscles, worked my heart, and took deep natural breaths.
Like falling leaves
I blended in with the rest of the forest.
I saw birds, deer, and a scavenging racoon.
I shot a deep rapid and lost my fly rod to a sweeper.
I found my rod, thanks to a strainer.
I stopped and fished here and there.
At four o’clock hell broke loose.
Hell Broke Loose
Nothing big
but I was catching fish and that is nice, especially in February.
The fish were fat and purely wild.
I learned many things.
I learned…
that turtles are great climbers.
to wear waders in February
and that I am a savage gentleman.
Today, I am tired and content.
Today, I realized that I am in love with rivers, bass, my family and God.
What will I do tomorrow?
Largest fish of the day.
