Keystone

I took the day off of work last Friday to do a little fly fishing on the AuSable River, or “the holy water” as some people call it. It was one of the best spring trips I’ve had. The weather was nice. The campground was quiet. My friend from work caught his first trout on a flyrod. When I got there on Friday I stopped at Gates Lodge to pick up some flies. While there I picked up Rusty Gates’ new book. At night I crawled in my warm sleeping bag, donned my headlight and read his book. When morning came I stoked the fire and started on some coffee. I listened to the Chickadees in the pines. Caught a decent Brown trout on a caddis fly size 14 along with a dozen beautiful little Brookies. One of these days I’m going to take a decent picture of a Brook trout. They have to be one of the most beautiful creatures on earth. When I’m not fishing I always say I need to take a picture. When it’s dangling there with a hook in it’s mouth all I think about is getting it back in the water.