As Sunday wakes, I watch the sunrise
Peaking over the yawning Sawtooth Range.
Idaho's Rocky Mountain loving arms wide open
Stretch to embrace the East fork of the Salmon
It’s at this bend I feel the need to take in
All the wonderment, that emerges to take my breath away.
I load my rod and chart a path for my line,
As I spot two survivors, drifting in and out of the undercut.
Feeling good about this, I offer up a clodhopper,
It drifts by unacknowledged, not even a balk.
WTH I think to myself, as I tie on a dropper,
And make one last presentation…………….
“Well I’ll be ****** never seen a trout yawn.”
- K.E. Carman 2017
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 5:28 PM UTC
As Sunday wakes, I watch the sunrise
Peaking over the yawning Sawtooth Range.
Idaho's Rocky Mountain loving arms wide open
Stretch to embrace the East fork of the Salmon
It’s at this bend I feel the need to take in
All the wonderment, that emerges to take my breath away.
I load my rod and chart a path for my line,
As I spot two survivors, drifting in and out of the undercut.
Feeling good about this, I offer up a clodhopper,
It drifts by unacknowledged, not even a balk.
WTH I think to myself, as I tie on a dropper,
And make one last presentation…………….
“Well I’ll be ****** never seen a trout yawn.”
- K.E. Carman 2017
