chasing whispers of wild waters, where rods dance and stories unravel! Follow along…
Just then, I heard what sounded like hooves crunching on rocks. Hooves? Just as my racing mind was trying to figure out what it was I was hearing and, by the way, still getting closer; two dark objects appeared through the dark timber, and they appeared to be running directly at me. This was not good.
I scooped up my Yeti coffee mug, slapped my coat pocket, hearing the reassuring jingle of my car keys, and pocketed my cell. I switched off the old lamp and closed the main door with a sleepy thud, as I stepped off into the early morning abyss.
Suddenly, after staring into the depths for several minutes, I spotted the first one. Like a porposing Dolphin, a giant male Grayling sped for the surface. No doubt chasing an emerging insect to the top of the water column, momentarily breached the surface - his dorsal fin showing shades of red, pink, orange and an aqua-hue. The erect fin mimicked an old sailboat sail, fully hoisted, trimmed, and catching the current.