Standing, waist deep in The Gallatin,
shifting balances on flowing pebbles
tenuous & tenacious….
Grippng bedrock with ones toes
to cast 40 feet of looping line.
Everything is moving
out where the trout live.
To grasp few ounces of their squirm
is to hold a moment of raging river.
Feel it’s suppleties; untamable power!
Tangible, yet not all is held-
the awe and inner current of a wild thing;
Surpasses Clutch and Release!
I fish the river…i feel its power.
I fish the trout, in the heart of its stream.
Now, having fished, felt and known,
The River fishes me.
roderator 