Fly Fishing Blue River - Leisurely Outings

A Nice Afternoon Outing

For me, there always seems the need to make decisions when fly fishing the Blue River.  Should I go upstream or maybe down?  Do I want to stay in the camping area or explore a wilderness and the braided water therein?  What kind of water do I wish to fish - slack water, riffles, a run,  or maybe a stretch of water that is a treasure chest of pockets?  Decisions, decisions, decisions.

On a recent outing I decided to go downstream for a change, to a pool that bears a man's name.  Now, I never got to meet the namesake of this place, but I will say he favored a mighty fine stretch of river.

The weather was amazingly mild for this time of year and the fall season was in full color.  The river was also in good shape and as clear as gin in some places.

As I always do I started fishing with a searching pattern.  Normally my first choice is the bugger brown, but for some reason on this outing I decided to give old olive a go.  The bugger olive took trout on the first three drifts, but then was lost at sea due to a poor tie that I made, which speaks of my continuing battle with my vision... a story that gets worse if you continue with this read.

With the bugger olive at the bottom of the sea, the bugger brown was called to action.  The bows liked the bugger brown equally as well and more bows would come to hand.  The fishing wasn't all that hot and heavy... about a dozen bows in an hour of fishing. 

I took the glass rod on this outing and I do love fishing it.  However, with the 9 ft. leader, an indicator to boot, and the bugger on the end I did have difficulty roll casting the rig against the strong southerly winds of the afternoon. 

This is the time of year that shadows grow long and the winds are prevalent.  The longer I stayed the stronger the winds became and after a good hour and maybe half that more, it was time to head to the bunkhouse.

On the way out of the river area, I stopped to chat with Scotty as I commonly do.  The subject of trout fishing this season came up and Scotty reports this has been his slowest November in many years.  As to why... he has his own speculation.  I have my own theory and it's much different from Scotty's.

I too have noticed how there are fewer people in the river, on the banks, and in the campsites and remote parking areas.  Is trout fishing on the skids?

For sometime now, the studies and the data have shown that fishing overall is on the decline.  As to exactly why, I haven't a clue, but each year fewer people renew their fishing licenses and fewer apply for new licenses. How will this trend bode for the future of trout fishing?  Not well I would dare argue.

Trout fishing in Oklahoma is partially dependent on revenues through the sales of fishing licenses.  If that revenue continues to slide, then budgets begin to grow tighter and there is more competition from different programs for those budget dollars.

Hopefully, things will improve and the anglers will come back to this lovely little river.  I suspect there are a lot of things on people's minds right now - Christmas is coming up, and then there is all the confusion about health care, and to tell you the truth the economy is not all that strong after all this time.

As for me, I will continue to come to the river at any chance I get.  I have to, I want to. 

Rivers, Cell Phones, Cameras, Glasses, And Me.  

Although the afternoon outing was fine, it just wasn't enough so another one was planned for the following morning. 

Van was going to meet me on the river so we could fish together, but first he had an appointment with a tree up in the north wilderness area.  It's deer season you know.

I went back to the same stretch of water I fished the prior day and started with the brown bugger.  On the first cast a bow came to hand, but after that I seemed to develop a huge problem getting a hook set.

Meanwhile, Van showed up and with his bugger brown he started plucking bows from a nice little pocket of water. 

My failure to hook fish continued as Van kept finding bows.  The bows would be on awhile and then cycle off.  Besides the bugger brown, I think Van trailed a WD40, and Copper John also. 

It was getting time for me to go and if I had left then, things wouldn't have turned out the way they did.  Standing near Van I noticed a bevel shaped boulder across the way and it was by water I had caught a good number of trout on prior outings.  So to the boulder I go.

Standing on the boulder I decided to tie a different dropper pattern on.  These days, to tie on I have to take my regular glasses off and slip on a pair of strong reading glasses.  With the reading glasses on, I placed my regular eye wear at the top of the pouch of my waist pack.  No more than thirty seconds later, I lost my balance and as I corrected myself, the glasses fell out of the pack and hit the boulder.  No big deal really, except for the glass lens somersaulting through the air into the drink.  I dredged the bottom for awhile, but it was a hopeless cause. 

It was now past time to go.  The drive back to the bunkhouse wasn't all that bad as long as the sun hid behind the clouds.  But, when the sun would break through the brightness caused problems and I found myself constantly squinting. 

The drive home gave me time to think about all the things I have drowned in this river and other places.  Over the last six or seven years, I've drowned five cell phones, three cameras, and now a pair of glasses. 

As I tried to watch a football game, without my glasses, I begin wondering what else I could possibly drown in Blue River and the only possible answer I could come up with was... my silly arse.

Such is fishing.  Things happen from time to time.  They'll take place here, there, somewhere, somehow.  It just goes with the territory.  And, on the bright side there is always good ice cold beer afterwards.

 

  







The Magic Of The Midge On Blue River

Each season, I tend to take a family, or classification of aquatic life, and work that pattern all season long in an attempt to learn as much as I can about this particular category. 

This year I'm exploring the midge.  Midge is a general term for many small flies.  At Blue, we are looking at the family of chironomidae mainly in the pupae or larva stage. 

The midge or chironomid are an important food source for fish and in this case the trout.  The chironomid also serve as good indicators as to the health of a waterway.  Their presence, or lack of, respectfully speak to the health or whether possible pollutants are present.

For me there is something magical fishing midge patterns.  The selection of midge patterns we have to choose from is wide and varied and trying to tie new patterns is fascinating also. 

 

Generally, I always trail the midge pattern I'm using below a nymph, streamer and in some cases another midge pattern.  So far the best colors I've found have been black, followed by gray, and red comes in a close third.  However, it is early in the season and the few outings I've had so far may very well not be indicative of what the colors have shown thus far. 

 

So far, I've concentrated on midges size 20 with a few 18 patterns thrown in.  Now, it's time to go down in size and explore the 22, 24, and maybe even try to thread a 26. 

 

 

 

One thing I believe, particularly when it comes to my tying of the midge, is that I often tie too thick or large even though my finished products are quite scant.  Most aquatic insect life is much smaller than we imagine when at the vise. 

 



Blue River Fly Classic Is Set

The date of the Blue River Fly Classic, formerly known as the Blue River One Fly, has been set for February 22nd, 2014.

This is the third year the Blue River Fly Fishers have held this event.  As in the past, 100% of all proceeds will be donated to the Oklahoma Department of Wildlife Conservation.

The Fly Classic is a single pattern, single fly event with each contestant getting the same exact fly.  All contestants have the opportunity to buy a mulligan fly. 

Points are awarded on length of fish and species of fish.  The top three finishers will receive prizes and certificates.

Here are the general rules and entry form.

Blue River Fly Classic 2014

General Information

Date Of Event: February 22nd, 2014

Place: Blue River Public Fishing And Hunting Area

Time Of Event: 7:30 a.m. till 12:30 p.m.

Starting Point: Main Parking Lot Campground Area Blue River

Blind Pairings Will Be Prior To Start Of Event

Entry Fee: $25.00 Per Contestant

Purpose:

The purpose of the Blue River Fly Classic is two-fold. First, the mission of this event is create a day of greater fellowship among the fly fishing community on Blue River. Secondly, this event is designed as a fund raising event with the totality of monies raised by entries fees and mulligan flies going directly to the Oklahoma Department of Wildlife in support of the Catch and Release section at Blue River. Funds will be monitored by and through the Blue River Association a 501(c)3 non-profit organization.

Rules:

*A single and same pattern will only be used. . NOTE: Contestants will be given one fly and will also be afforded the opportunity to purchase a mulligan fly. The mulligan fly is by no means mandatory and is of the choice of the contestant as a strategy or avenue to further support fund raising. The cost of the mulligan fly will be $10.00 and this fee will also go directly to the Oklahoma Department of Wildlife.

*All contestants will receive the same pattern and the pattern will remain a mystery until the start of the event. When a contestant loses the fly (or flies) then that contestant is out. If the contestant loses the fly (or flies) and wishes to continue fishing for the sake of fishing then that contestant must turn their score card over to the person they are paired with.

*Contestants will be allowed to retie their fly, but must notify their partner they are doing so.

*Dry flies as strike indicators will not be allowed.

*Scored fish are fish brought to hand. Each contestant must alert their partner when a fish is brought to hand.

*Each contestant is responsible for keeping their own score card.

*Each contestant should devise a way for measuring fish that are caught. Length of each fish scores additional points. 

*This entire event is based on the honor system.

 *Deadline for entering is February 1st 2014.

A copy of the general information, rules, and entry form will be available November 1st, 2013. To obtain an entry form contact prairieoceanflyfisher@gmail.com or blueriverok@hotmail.com or fishingcowboyblue@yahoo.com  An entry form will be sent to you as an attachment. Print the entry form, fill it out, include payment and mail both in. You will receive a confirmation email once your entry is received.

Prizes:

Prizes will be awarded to the top three finishers.  Prizes will be announced at a later date.

There will be a number of give-away prizes also in a random drawing.

The organizers are trying to acquire tee shirts for this years event, but that has not been confirmed as of yet. 

Blue River Fly Classic

Entry Form

Date of Event:  February 22^nd, 2014

Entry Deadline:  February 1^st, 2014

Name:_________________________________________________

Mailing Address:_________________________________________

City:____________________  State______________ Zip Code_________

Email:__________________________________________

Cell Phone*_____________________________________

*This is the cell phone you will be carrying the date of the event.  This is for contact reasons only.

Check appropriate boxes:

____Entry Fee enclosed (Please check or money order only) IMPORTANT:  Please make check or money order payable to the Blue River Association.  Entry fee is $25.00.

____ Yes, I want a mulligan fly on the date of the event for $10.00.

____ Indicate tee shirt size:*  M  L  XL  XXL Other________

* We are hopeful of acquiring tee shirts for this event.  If we are successful in doing so we would like to know the size you would wear.

____ Sorry, I can’t make the event but would like to make a contribution.

Total enclosed:___________________

PLEASE NOTE:  Make check or money order payable to Blue River Association.  However, mail completed entry form along with fees to the following address.

Barry C. Shrader

Blue River Fly Classic

700 E. Wynnewood

Sulphur, OK 73086

 

Celebrating Another Season Of Blue River Bows

The Beginning

On Wednesday of last week I received a text from Ralph Fullenwider.  It was a simple dispatch that said, "The trout are in the river and they are nice."  Ordinarily we expect the trout to go in the afternoon before the official start date of trout fishing at Blue, but this year they went in a two days before November 1st. 

 

The annual get-together of the Blue River Fly Fishers was scheduled for Saturday and that Friday for fishing and that's exactly what would take place.

 

The Fishing

 

Scott Dittner and I had agreed months prior to the opening of trout season that we would meet on the river opening day.  Actually, Scott got in the river shortly before I did and just like last year we begin our trout season at the sandbar below the crossing.

 

The fishing was hot and heavy as it usually is after the initial stocking.  The trout were eating buggers, egg patterns, hare's ears, Tellico's, Bloody Mary's, and a variety of other patterns.

 

When Ralph Fullenwider walked down to the island, I told Scott I was going over to visit with Ralph.  Ralph and I started fishing together and it was here that I brought the size 20 midge patterns to trail behind the point fly. 

 

Of the next twelve trout that would come to hand, the midge pattern would capture ten and the bloody Mary would only take two.  Midges are prevalent on the Blue River and it's always a good idea to have a varied selection of these little dynamos.

 

The fishing would end early for me on Friday because of work.  When I left the river Scott was still in the river and still had a bend in his rod.

 

The Gathering

 

Saturday morning came and I arrived early at the Ruff Diamond, which serves as our focal point for each and every event we have that involves food. 

 

We've been having these gatherings for many years and I do believe this year's event was one of the largest we've ever had.  Lots of new faces and some fantastic people came to the annual get-together for the first time.  And... the food was outstanding! 

 

I've been a big fan of Dutch oven cooking for many years and on Saturday it was my pleasure to meet a gentleman who loves this art form as much as I.  Steve Wolf got into Dutch oven cooking a short while back and now he is hooked.  It was amazing to me how many tips I picked up by watching Steve and then his food was out of the park good. 

 

After everyone had lunch, most of us wasn't worth a flip and many started heading back home. 

 

The Project

 

This season on Blue River, the Blue River Fly Fishers will be pursuing a project that was suggested by the area manager of the river.  The project has a simple goal and that is to not only prevent more litter on Blue River, but to encourage visitors to carry out more than they carry in.

 

Six different stations will be erected and inside these stations will be free mesh litter bags.  Visitors to Blue can take one of the bags and as they enjoy their day they can deposit any trash they generate and maybe pick up some of the trash left by others. 

 

We've already had the signs made that carry the message and these are durable powder coated painted signs that will withstand weathering and fading. 

 

The theme on these signs is "Blue River - Too Beautiful To Litter". 

 

I think that says it all.

 

Scott Dittner and yours truly.  Many thanks to Scott for getting the signs made.

 

 

 

Trout Season Nears At Blue River

Come this Friday, November 1st, the trout will be stocked in Blue River near Tishomingo, Oklahoma.  Blue River has become one of the top fall and winter season trout fisheries in Oklahoma.  The river and the trout have a huge following from across Oklahoma, Texas, and many other states. 

Stockings will take place weekly, although there will not be a published announcement of the exact dates.  During the season that begins in November and lasts through March, 60,000 trout will be stocked in the river.

During trout season there are a number of events that take place and here are the dates of those occasions.

The Veterans Day Weekend Trout Derby will take place November 9th and 10th.  Over $1,000.00 in cash, prizes, and awards will be up for grabs during the derby.  Spinner bait anglers, bait anglers, and fly anglers all have a chance to compete in this event that many have been attending for decades. 

In February, the President's Day Weekend trout derby will take place and the dates are February 16th and 17th.  Same awards, prizes, and categories are open just like the derby in November.

One week after the February derby is the Blue River Fly Fishers event called The Blue River Fly Classic.  This event has been formerly called the Blue River One Fly, but since a one fly event in Jackson Hole, Wyoming has been ongoing for many years, the name One Fly is trademarked and therefore the Blue
River Fly Fishers changed the name of their event.

This event will take place February 22nd.  All contestants will receive one single fly of the exact same pattern.  Contestants can purchase one mulligan fly for a fee.  100% of the proceeds raised by this event are donated to the Oklahoma Department of Wildlife in support of the trout fishing program at Blue River.

Fly fishing prizes will be awarded to the top three finishers and usually there are a number of give-away prizes at this event.  Chuckwagon cook Vernon Forrester of Texas puts on a grand feed for the event and sometimes the food is the best part of all the festivities. 

Just yesterday I commented to a friend how the Blue River has a way of bringing people together.  How the river does that I haven't a clue... I just know she does.  The Blue is ours to keep or ours to lose.  Since the river can't speak for herself, then it is our place to always speak for her.

One project anglers and visitors might look for this trout season are stations that house free trash bags.  The message that will go along with these stations is for visitors, anglers, hikers, and hunters to help themselves to a free trash bag and carry out more trash or litter than they carried in.  It's one way to help eliminate trash on a beautiful little river.

Blue River - too lovely to litter.

North Carolina Redemption

The Chance Encounter
  

It was the month of May in 1973.  I had a pretty wife, and a beautiful year old daughter and we had made an exodus from Oklahoma on a pilgrimage to Camp Lejeune, North Carolina.  We were traveling in a 1969 Impala that owned four tread-bare tires.  Just ten days prior I had graduated from boot camp at Paris Island, South Carolina.  There were 80 recruits in my platoon and only eight of us would graduate boot camp with a stripe on our shoulder.  I guess to the recruits that didn't earn that stripe we must have seemed like the guys making the big money, but the base rate for a private first class was not a princely sum.

The Impala made it to Asheville and then due to some rather poor navigation skills on my part, I chose a course that would take us through the Blue Ridge mountains and the Pisgah Forest.  Turned out to be the best wrong turn this fellow ever made.

It seemed like every third or fourth turn on that mountain road would reveal the most beautiful water I'd seen in my life.  Cascading water, plunging over falls, riffling here and there.  I immediately began my starvation for the next two years.  Having grown up in an angling home I wanted to fish that pretty water, but fishing would have been a frivolous thing when all our money was needed for Pampers, formula, and the daughters needs.

That was forty years ago, and all these years I've held a whit of regret in not getting to fish the pristine waters of western North Carolina I encountered back then.  However, I work for a thoughtful boss and a very kind and generous owner and the two of them teamed up to make a trip back to the Pisgah Forest possible.  I was overwhelmed by the gesture.

I knew I wouldn't go by myself because I am not a traveler.  To be quite honest I have lived my life on an outside fringe of many things modern.  As embarrassing as it is, before the trip to North Carolina I didn't even know how to use a credit card at a gas pump.  I do now though. 

I wanted to take someone with me that is on fire for fly fishing and a person I knew would see me through and get me back home in case something happened.  That man is Van Stacey.  Not only is Van married to my youngest daughter, he is an avid outdoorsman and down right good man.

We arrived at our cabin in Brevard late in the afternoon on a Thursday.

Wandering Around The South Mills

Friday morning we decided to set out on our own since we didn't have an appointment with the Davidson river until Saturday.  We had read about the South Mills river, it's upper section and the lower.  From what we read the lower section seemed to fish better, but we weren't quite sure how to reach this section.  As we navigated the winding road in the minutes before sunrise, we saw what looked like a large lake filling a valley between the mountains.  As the morning light came our way we realized what we were seeing was a fog lake.

We did have directions to the upper section and after wandering the winding roads for a better part of an hour we realized we had missed a vital turn.  Doubling back, we finally arrived at an area known as the gauging station.

The South Mills is a lovely river and home to wild trout.  One of our biggest obstacles was simply finding access down to the river because much of this river runs through a gorge if you will.  The banks are quite steep and at places the river seems to be 50 feet or more below the trail.  As far as wading the river for a long distance, that proved difficult also.  This was one of the slickest rivers I had ever tried to wade.  Starting out with a hard rubber traction system on the boots, I quickly changed to felt and that helped a little... not much though.

Van fishing the pretty South Mills River.

We managed a few wild trout and they were all in the small size category, but beautiful in their infancy.  Flies that enticed these wild beauties included the Tellico, RS2, Partridge and Orange, and olive soft hackle. By noon, it seemed like we had hiked four miles or better along the trail, which had now turned into a pig trail.  The further we walked the steeper the bank became so we decided to call it a day saving our legs for the Davidson river on Saturday and Sunday.

The Delightful Davidson

The entire area around Brevard, North Carolina is called the Land of Waterfalls.  One of the more prolific waterfalls is Looking Glass falls and this beautiful sight is just a stones throw from the Davidson river where we would be fishing with our guide Ken Hardwick of Davidson River Outiftters.

Ken is a young man but carries an impressive resume of fly fishing experience.  Having served as a guide in Alaska he returned to Brevard to pursue guiding full time. 

We can watch all the videos, read all the fly fishing books, attend seminars and schools, but nothing like time on the water will substitute for the learning experience when it comes to fly fishing.  With Ken by our side on the Davidson river, we learned a lot in a short order of time.

Ken armed us with size 20 and smaller midge patterns tied in tandem fashion.  The trout of the Davidson are wild trout with the exception of one small section downstream that receives a supplemental stocking and is considered delayed harvest.

There is a fish hatchery on the Davidson and the hatchery draws water off the river and then flushes it back to the river.  In the flushing are volumes of nutrients in the form of chironomids. The trout simply stage and open their mouth to suck in these life-sustaining morsels.

It didn't take Ken long to get us into some beautifully colored trout.  Rainbows came our way first and then the brown trout came, especially for Van.  Van seemed to be on a brown trout searching mission.

 

Getting Humbled At Humble Hole

There is a place on the Davidson called Humble Hole and is quite aptly named.  Ken took Van and I to Humble Hole on Saturday and we both walked away empty handed.  The trout are definitely here, and there are some bruisers swimming around.  These fish seem to care less that the angler is right on top of them as they continue to ignore offering after offering.

Sunday, we went back to Humble Hole to experience much of the same.  Van took somewhat of a break sitting on the bank and simply rolling his fly out to the mainly not interested trout.  Ken staged me upstream and by some stroke of luck I manged two bows from Humble Hole. 

There's a real pretty bow in that net.  Ken Hardwick is the gentleman attending the net.

The Brook Trout

My return to western North Carolina wasn't so much to experience the trout, since I never experienced them when I was there as a young man, but rather to experience the beauty of this entire area.  No matter where you are in the Pisgah Forest or Blue Ridge Parkway, you can't keep from feeling that your standing in a place where a piece of heaven has fallen to earth.

But, even though I came more for the beauty than the fishing, one goal I carried was to catch my first ever brook trout... and Ken made that possible.

I guess I had it in my mind that the first ever brookie would be one of those delicate and dainty fellows that fit in the hand.  However, the brook that Ken put me on was almost gnarly looking.

 

Van steps up next, right after my brookie is released and catches his first ever brookie and she is quite nice also. I think both of us catching a brook trout, one after the other, testifies to Ken's ability to get anglers on fish. 

Way To End A Trip

Monday morning rolled around and we had a flight to catch that would return us to Oklahoma.  Our departure time allowed for two hours of fishing and Van was faunching at the bit to fish before we left. 

I don't know exactly how many brown trout Van caught during our time on the Davidson, but it was a lot.  The highlight, however, came with only fifteen minutes of river time left.  Van hooked up with a fat brown with thick shoulders.  It seemed like ten minutes had passed and the fish was still not near the net.  Running out of time Van asked if I could net the fish, but I told him I didn't think my net was quite big enough.  I tried once and the fish wouldn't go in.  So, rolling the dice I decided to head net the fish, which is for sure a dicey thing to do.  It worked and we quickly walked the fish to the shallows.

Van couldn't have been more happy and it was a perfect way to end an already fantastic trip.

The Lighter Bucket List

Due to some problems on the return flight to Oklahoma, we wouldn't arrive home until midnight.  Once inside my home, the reality that my already shallow bucket was a little lighter now since I made the trip to North Carolina came to be.  

Would I go again?  In a heartbeat I would, and for sure I would look Ken Hardwick up to see if he would put up with me once again.  

Left in the bucket are a number of other places to experience by way of fur and feather and it looks like the San Juan is next.

A Project Worthwhile For Blue River

This past Thursday I had the great pleasure of spending the day fly fishing with Matt Gamble and Michael Mercurio on Blue River.

One thing about spending anytime with Matt is that it can be quite an educational experience pertaining to nature, wildlife, habitats and anything outdoor related.  I enjoyed the conversation and learning experience as much as the fishing.  The fishing was a lot of fun and we caught some beautiful perch, along with some small mouth and spotted bass. 

Matt had something else on his mind however, and it was something he wanted to share.  This past summer he travelled to Montana and floated down the Swan River.  While there Matt became quite impressed with the efforts of a group of people known as Swan Lakers (swanlakers.com). 

The Swan Lakers are quite proud of their beautiful little river and one of their goals is to keep the river as free of litter and as pristine as possible.  These folks come up with a great idea of building a station that would house free litter bags to anyone using the river.  Matt believes a similar program would work on Blue River. 

Yesterday I sent a dispatch to the Swan Lakers organization and within thirty minutes received a most enthusiastic reply from a lady named Kitty.  And, it just so happens that her husband Denny was the person who designed and built that free trash bag station. 

Kitty and Denny were kind enough to share everything about their program including dimensions of the station and they also sent pictures which I gladly share here.  It's a simple concept actually and according to Kitty this program worked so well it's first year there was hardly any trash for their group to collect off the river the weekend after Labor Day. 

The trash bag itself is a mesh bag measuring 19 X 11 and comes from a company in Georgia. The cost of the bag is about 26 cents each, which is a bargain. 

 

 

 

Personally I'd like to see at least four of these stations erected on Blue River.  I believe the doer of such a task will approach the job at hand with a gladdened intent and see the project through and successful. 

 

There should be no rest in the endless war against litter on the lady Blue, or any stream for that matter, and if we waver in our resolute efforts then our wild area can become fraught with refuse. 

 

I know there are many who love the Blue River and will not shy from performing great services when it comes to taking care of nature.  

 

 

Dear Carp - Shutdown By Gridlock

Dear Carp,

In the world I live there are times that my kind seems to loose sight of any good sense we once owned.  This past week is a perfect illustration of rationale thinking going by the wayside as the gridlock in that place known as Washington brought parts of our government to a halt.

Now you know why me, or Van, or Charlie have not been to see you.  We have been locked out and kept away from the places you live due to the closure of the national recreation area.  I feel quite sorry for Charlie because he just returned from Mexico with a great enthusiasm believing he would be able to come to you. 

 

How long this lock out will last is anyone's guess at this point.  Hopefully, some sanity will return to those that make decisions for my kind, whether we want them to or not. 

 

Van did get some time with your lot before the shutdown occurred.  He met a trio of your community members and enticed them all with the Aftermath.  I am sending you a postcard that Van would like you to have.

 

 

My friends, we hope to see you soon and until we do take care and live happily.

 

 

Sincerely,

 

Prairie Ocean Fly Fisher