Reactions take over and the fish sails out water, flopping at our feet. I removed the popper. He asked, speaking for the first time. Without waiting for a answer, he grasped the fish using two hands and left me once again alone on the shore. The sun broke through gray clouds, answering my unspoken questions.
Life goes on.
One ends, another begins, both tied inexplicably together. And, the old glass rod will catch fish again next year. Thoughts From the Road is copyrighted material and may not be reproduced or copied or transmitted in any form without the express written permission of Stu McQuin . Return to Stu McQuin's Columns Return to the Missouri Flyfishing page.