A very young cowboy went casting yesterday. Some people would say fishing but I figure when you fail to get a ‘fish on’ in seven and a half hours, it’s merely casting.
Oh sure, I had five near misses where sizable trout hit my fly but failed to get connected.
It’s as if they’re toying with you at times.
Ninety minutes into the casting, I look down and there’s a 17″ rainbow swimming lazily at my feet. If he could talk, surely the words would be ‘welcome to Toys R Us.’
The two bright spots were that there was an incredible eight point buck crossing the road near Sedalia…and, when I had a flat tire, these two Good Samaritans stopped to help.
They even invited me to dinner but I had to take a rain check.
You can bet I’ll take em up on their offer next time. Helen says her pecan pie and squirrel stew are to die for.
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