Today we reach the end of our story about friendship, faith and flyfishing, Dear Reader. When Fish Rise is too short to be a novella at 7,000 words, and a bit long for a short story. Read the entire work here: https://erwatsonblog.com/when-fish-rise/
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Saucon Creek boiled with trout.
There were two or three dimples at first, subtle and round and too soft for sound. There was a gentle sucking sound downstream and an expanding ring when I turned to look. Then more dimples upstream. Soon, each of the pools in sight began to simmer.
Dave told me stories about what I was seeing for the first time in 40 years. A small stream might seem to boil with trout, given particular circumstances of temperature, insect hatch, and the peculiar eating habits of the local trout. The scale of the hatch and the number of fish rising to take the insects sets it apart from a seasonal hatch. They come and go quickly.
Continue reading: https://erwatsonblog.com/when-fish-rise/
Practicing, Not Perfect 