Yesterday was the one year anniversary of my father’s death. He had passed away peacefully in his own home and his own bed- the way we should all go. Anyway, to wash a way the sorrow, I took the kids to school and headed to my home water for some fly fishing.
I put togther my 12′ Tenkara Fly Rod and slipped into the water. I slowly worked my way up stream. It was a beautiful morning and the river had finally calmed after days of running fast from rain run off. The river helped me and soothed me. The slow steady sounds of the water and life around me took the sorrow down stream from me. I caught many a fish and fought a large one who was determined not to see my net.