essays and musings on fly fishing for native trout
nostalgia
Autumn Turns Against the Current
It is said that the autumn of our life is a slow and steady slip into winter, synonymous with the time when animals hibernate and plants die. Some might think of it as more of a homesickness, not a geographical homesickness, but a chronological one—a time for reflection, for looking back at what was. Autumn is a matter of perspective—of seeing our current time as just that, current.
The Nostalgia of Homewater
We often think of home as a place of origin or place we currently live. But in this post I’m referring to one’s homewater as that place in which one finds refuge; a place where one is secure or happy.
Early Morning Fishing Soliloquy
Fly fishing alone in the early morning hours on Blacksmith Fork River is comforting and nostalgic.
© 2009 Cutthroat Stalker. 
