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Becoming the Green Drake

I'll be dreaming tonight..

Yes I'll be dreamin' tonight

Of a Trico hatch that's goes off like a New England snow storm

A Loaded five weight by my side, with plenty of backing to spare.

 

I'll be dreaming tonight

Of a Montana highway leading me back home,

Home to the Firehole bridge, a purple sky ablaze

Salmo Trutta, my brother from below

 

I'll be dreaming of Casting tight loops below Kilpatrick Pond,

I catch a glimpse of Ernest smiling on the bank

The Hemingway legacy lives on at Silver Creek

As we wait for the  green drake hatches to fill the air!

 

I'll be dreaming tonight of days gone by,

When a young boy caught his first German brown.

Neversink, you  beckon me to the days long ago

I feel the force of the river pull me from a deep sleep.

 

And I awaken to the thought of......Tight Lines!

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Written by
kurt-carman
Published
Apr 19, 2016
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17·149
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Thinking of all the years fly fishing the wonderful river both east and west. None better than the trip we made to Yellowstone, Provo Valley and silver creek Idaho.

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