morning sun sparkling on flowing water, flyrod in hand, line whispering with the connection of sky and water...
i stand and build dreams in the air, my mind is the rhythm of the cast and the world narrows down to that one instant of the presentation, then the take.
fishing is my freedom...
i stand and build dreams in the air, my mind is the rhythm of the cast and the world narrows down to that one instant of the presentation, then the take.
fishing is my freedom...