A very young cowboy was fishing yesterday at this location.
The golden trees of fall were mixed with majestic rock formations on the ninety minute ride over Kenosha Pass.
The waterfall is minimally eighteen feet to the top of the spillway. As I’m trying to tempt trout to consume a very realistic grasshopper fly, I notice a number of brave, persistent trout leaping, like salmon, from the pool hoping to ascend to the top.
One could call it foolishness or persistence and I’m going to choose the latter.
Facing the most daunting odds imaginable, still they rise.
I’m going to picture these feisty fish when lesser hurdles come before me today.
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