Fishing, just in case..

While the world (or at least a few crazies) waited with
bated breath for the impending Rapture, Sage and I and went
fishing….I mean if the world’s going to end, we might as well
get one more day of fly fishing in.

We settled on a piece of lesser-known water that I
suspected would be clear and fishable. While far from being
the legendary type of fishery that the West is known for, this
water is a sentimental favorite that never lets me down. I
took to fishing dry flies in a few favorite holes, fooling several
brook trout, while Sage happily sniffed out some expired elk.
We ended the day, having dinner with my friend Joe, grilling
buffalo ribeyes and sipping whiskey. A fitting way to end
things, just in case…….