Sharing the Passion

Hit a semi urban stream in s puget sound a few days ago.

Broght plenty of snacks for homeless I normally encounter in this former logging town.

To my surprise, not one homeless encountered snd no foot marks on shore.

The nice gravel trail leading approx 1 mkle from parking lot to homeless camp completely torn up by backhoe digging ditches, screwing logs and brush a cross trail. And huge concrete blocks, some stacked 7 feet tall positioned on strategic places.
 
Click to expand...
Pulled up to hole near car. Mom and two kids were there. They wanred to observe me fly fishing. The fish were cooperative and had first fish on quickly. I handed bucking rod to shocked 9 year old. Fish did it's part - jumped a few times. Both kids got to touch slimy fish after wetting hsnds.
 
Last edited:
As if God smiling on us, second fish hit snd repeated actions with second child. Mom went wild taking pics of kids fighting fish. Close ups of measuring fish on dots on rod and releasing fish.

Later mom told me the 9 year old is begging for a fly rod. I am thankful for these small, random and unexpected pleasures in life. Hope the kid gets the rod and he is afflicted with trout o Rama for rest of his life
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top