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| April 26th, 1998 | |||
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Why I Fly-Fish
by Ernie Harrison
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The fly-line traces lazy arcs against an azure sky And close upon it follows the leader and my fly. The water flows around my boots and mesmerizes me Until the problems of the world, I no longer see. An ouzel dips upon a rock and dives into the stream It walks upon the bottom, unlikely, as it seems. The river plays a melody upon its bed of rocks Off in the distance it sounds as though it talks. Sweetly scented breezes whisper through the trees It seems as though they're saying, follow me, follow me. A deer stands upon the bank drinking in the stream Then it looks up startled and vanishes, it would seem. The fly descends lightly to a likely looking place A trout ascends and sips it in with dignity and grace. You wonder why I do this; do you really need inquire? I'm as firmly hooked as any trout; it is my hearts desire. ~ Ernie Harrison
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