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GadaboutGaddus -> ON THE WATER (5/7/2008 10:10:31 PM)
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YOU CANNOT WAIT TO GET ON THE WATER. YOU ARE TENSE BUT RELAXED. FINALLY ALL THE GEAR IS ASSEMBLED. ON YOUR WAY. YOU TAKE THE FIRST STEP INTO THE WATER AND AS THE WATER CLIMBS UP YOUR LEGS YOU FEEL IT'S COOLNESS. WAIT, SOMETHING MAKES A NOISE FROM ACROSS THE RIVER. YOU TRY TO FOCUS ON WHAT IT IS THROUGH THE MIST RAISING OFF THE WATER. A NOISE. HONK HONK. A GOOSE TAKING FLIGHT IN THE EARLY MORNING. NO OTHER NOISES EXCEPT THE RUNNING WATER, A LIGHT BREEZE PASSING THRU THE TREES, AND THE BIRDS SINGING THAT MORNING HAS ARRIVED. TRANQUILITY OR HEAVEN YOU ASK YOURSELF. PERFECT. YOU THROW YOUR FIRST CAST. YOU HEAR YOUR FLY LINE SHOOTING THRU THE GUIDES. NOTHING ELSE MATTERS AT THIS POINT. YOU ARE ON THE WATER. YOU BEGIN TO STRIP THE LINE BACK TOWARDS YOU. NOTHING. YOU REPEAT THIS PATTERN OVER AND OVER AGAIN. FINALLY ON ONE OF THE RETRIEVES YOU FEEL THAT FIMILAR TUG. FISH ON! YOUR MIND SAYS. HE FIGHTS TO GET AWAY AND STRUGGLE TO GET HIM IN. FINALLY FISH AT HAND. WHAT A BEAUTY! NOT A TROPHY BUT A FISH. YOU CAREFULLY UNHOOK HIM. ADMIRE HIM FOR A FEW SECONDS AND THEN RETURN HIM HOME. PERFECT! A FEW MORE FISH COME TO HAND DURING THE DAY. NO TROPHIES BUT WHO CARES! AS THE SUN DRIFTS BEHIND THE HILLSIDE YOU KNOW THE DAY IS COMING TO A CLOSE. YOU TAKE NOTICE AGAIN OF THE RUNNING WATER, THE AIR MOVING THRU THE TREES, AND THE BIRDS SINGING. WHAT A DAY OF MEMORIES. ONE YOU WILL NOT FORGET BECAUSE YOU WERE ON THE WATER!
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