For a third of a century I've known that Blue River is a special and unique place. For almost as many years I've also known that the fly fishing family is quite special. And, for the last several years I've held a belief that the one pattern fly event we have is growing to be something special in itself. Saturday, my belief in this was bolstered.
I tromped through the snow Saturday afternoon to the front of the bunkhouse and reached in the mail box. As I sorted through the mail my eyes suddenly saw a true treasure.
These days we live in a world of emails, text messages, Facebook, and even blogs like this one. Hand written letters have become a rarity, but Saturday I had one in my hand.
The note was from a gentleman I've yet to meet, but somehow feel like I already know him or at least should. His note was hand written, thoughtful, heartfelt, and ever so precious. I found this so delightful I want to share it with everyone.
I don't know what size t shirt Mr. Cash might wear and I'm not quite sure if I'll have an extra shirt left over from the Fly Classic. If I do, however, one is headed John's way.