In coming to you today, the second week in a row, I feel like a rich man. As I stood at the fringe of your home the cool morning air was refreshing and mindful of the approaching autumn season. I wonder if you sense the same?
Having lost all my Aftermath gifts, I tied a new one before leaving the place that I live. With the Aftermath tied on I show it to the first of your kind I encounter. He is a long fellow and wide in the shoulders - a beastly sort and he likes what he sees. My hook-set is firm and employed with great conviction. This beastly fellow wastes no time however in showing me his determination and runs me to the edge of my backing on a downstream path. Finally I get him turned, but he is not done showing me how the cow eats cabbage.
As he turns to come upstream I realize how clever this beastly one is. He goes to the far bank and entangles himself in the thick weave of the root system along the eroded bank. I see him floating on the surface unable to go forward, back, or to either side. I decide to call it and break him free and as I attempt to do so, I somehow pull him out of the weave. Our battle continues, but not for long. My line suddenly ricochets out of the pool and lands near my feet. Gathering the line I inspect the end of my tippet and sure enough there was the tell-tale sign of a bad or giving tie - a curly-q at the end of the tippet.
With no more Aftermath gifts I tie on one of Charlie's Creek Critters. Looking upstream I see a juvenile and cast the Critter about twenty-five feet. He gobbles it.
Bringing the young chap in for the branding by my hand I notice the colors your kind are taking on. In years past I always enjoy the orange hues in your tails and fins that come about this time of year. Perhaps it's a thing of nature - I'm not sure, but whatever it is seems like a great artist is using you as a canvas.
My friends, I have much to do in preparation for my bucket list trip to North Carolina. I do hope to return to you soon and certainly would like to see you more often.
Until our next meeting, live, love, and prosper.
Prairie Ocean Fly Fisher