Winter scene above bridge
Poudre R Canyon 11/7/09
A flyfisherman moving up
river; maybe hoping to try
his luck with trout durring
their Trico feeding frenzy.
To Mom, who communicated to me very early in my life the way of deep woods, wild things, the beauty there in the verdent Oregon forests near Corvallis and Alsea; Dad, who taught me to love the Wyoming wilderness and the pursuit of the wily trout; my brothers Bob and Al, unequaled and lasting fishing companions; Margot, my daughter, and her mother, Charlotte; lastly, my sister,Susan.
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