That Magical Feeling
Went out this morning to just walk some streams. The winter has been much too long and I needed some time outside.
It seemed very awkward to be on the stream without a pole in my hand. I managed to scout 2 new stretches. One stretch I had wanted to scout for quite some time. It was a nice walk. The stream was too skinny and the trout were far and few and almost nonexistent. Log book entry already made about that stretch.
The second place I scouted was a little better and the trout gods were smiling on this stream. A return trip with a rod in hand is in order.
On the was back to the vehicle it began to spit snow and the area was a little hazy. It seemed magical. The snow was gently hitting me in the face and my beard was icing up a little. I couldn't help but smile the entire way back to the vehicle.
I truly love the outdoors and miss my quiet time on the stream.
Last edited by spinner1; 02-16-2012 at 12:17 PM.
When you arise in the morning, think of what a
precious privilege it is to be alive - to breathe, to think,
to enjoy, to love.
- Marcus Aurelius