Remember back when Golden Delicious and I were trying to take care of Cindy the cow and her new born calf by ourselves? This is what the boys were doing....
They were just having a terrible time, I know. So terrible, that when they got home, Mr. Bechtel went right out and bought a fly rod, and vest, and whatever else a true fly fisherman needs. He loved it.
Birch Creek is a beautiful, beautiful stream, and I can hardly wait to have Mr. Bechtel show me how to fly fish this summer. I wouldn't care about catching fish at all. I would just love to stare at the water, and let my troubles slip downstream.
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Fly fishing is addictive. Competing with fish in a quiet, beautiful setting.
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