
If I don't manage to get to a river at least once every 12 to 15 months, I feel as if I am cheating myself out of the kind of renewal and pure joy that can fuel my soul for an entire year of hard work in the city.
When I was a college student living in central Arkansas, I spent lots of time wading the Little Red River fishing for Rainbow Trout.
I remember almost always packing my skillet for a meal on the riverbank.
Nothing tastes better than fresh trout cooked up over a camp fire out in the woods after a few hours of "hard work" fishing up and down a section of fast-flowing water. I can still taste those meals!
It was always great being with a buddy or family fishing that special stretch of stream. We had lots of fun and plenty of laughs!
But, I also found it very satisfying being there alone in the beauty. The leaves, the water, the breeze and the challenge of the pesky Rainbows--it all added up to great times that I'll never forget. Fall days on the river were particularly satisfying.
I expect those memories, as much as anything else, continue to drive me toward rivers in other parts of the country.
There's nothing like fly fishing for trout in a swift river.
When I was a college student living in central Arkansas, I spent lots of time wading the Little Red River fishing for Rainbow Trout.
I remember almost always packing my skillet for a meal on the riverbank.

Nothing tastes better than fresh trout cooked up over a camp fire out in the woods after a few hours of "hard work" fishing up and down a section of fast-flowing water. I can still taste those meals!
It was always great being with a buddy or family fishing that special stretch of stream. We had lots of fun and plenty of laughs!

I expect those memories, as much as anything else, continue to drive me toward rivers in other parts of the country.

There's nothing like fly fishing for trout in a swift river.
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