“Park here, head down the creek, and you’ll find it–no sweat,” he said.
I did–there was some sweat.
But boy was it worth it!

Eight ‘bows and a brookie.

The brookie was alone in the still, backwater.
I was in full-on stealth mode with the rod behind my back, on my hands and knees until I got close enough to plop a large Adams in his face. He couldn’t resist.

Then I slid on my ass down the slab, how could I resist.
And boy was it worth it!
You know, a guy guy can get going pretty fast
on an algified water course, slab’o granite
sheet flow, ripping down to the pool,
the cool, cool, pool.

All smiles and laughter with Half Dome in the backdrop.

Something spiritual I tell you, something spiritual.