Hooked on the Love of Fly Fishing Pt. 2
The trail stretched ahead of me. My quick exit from the beaver pond left me soaking wet and trailing 20 feet of fly line behind me as I jogged down the path. Thoughts of a moose stomping me into the underbrush kept me moving, though I still held that excitement of my first catch fly fishing. I stopped after a few hundred yards, prepared to meet my fate. The moose