And when the time was right, he does not hesitate to follow the path, “I've been waiting for this moment my entire life" he says. Just himself, a split cane fly rod, a Golden Prince reel and a selection of March Browns and Slate Drakes. Its a special morning, Autumn 60s, overcast skies and lowlights Just then he recalls a John Burroughs quote "I go to Nature to be soothed and healed and to have my senses put in order".
The pathway bends past tall Sugar Maples, Old Stone fences, a Groundhog or two, trout lilies and mountain laurel. Its right here, that his fondest memories reside. He had come at last to transcend the idea of coming back to the river for a greater purpose. A purpose that makes life worth living, a milestone, his own personal mark on this special place. The sound of the river is in earshot now. A Chipping Sparrow sounds the alarm and all of Neversinks inhabitance are now on notice….human approaching.
As he reaches the river bank he's transported to a memory of his Granddad. The times when they fished this stretch of the river together. His Grandfather told him about a time when fly fisherman and fly tiers honored Neversink and made it famous.
We always fished until it was dark. Granddad would light the lantern and we’d walk and talk all the way home. I often felt encouraged that just knowing the importance of this place, brought me luck.
A spin off of my previous work called A RISE ON NEVERSINK.