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			 In our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly 
fishing. We lived at the junction of read more 
	 In our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly 
fishing. We lived at the junction of great trout rivers in 
western Montana, and our father was a Presbyterian minister and a 
fly fisherman who tied his own flies and taught others. He told 
us about Christ's disciples being fishermen, and we were to 
assume, as my brother and I did, that all first-class fishermen 
on the Sea of Galilee were fly fishermen and that John, the 
favorite, was a dry-fly fisherman. 
		
 
	
			 You wait a moment to settle your nerves
 Then make your cast with a right hand curve
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	 You wait a moment to settle your nerves
 Then make your cast with a right hand curve
  The fly settles down and the float looked good
   But the trout refused it and there you stood
    A dejected fly fisherman.
     You looked things over and were not yet beat
      Then changed flies again and were ready to repeat
       The next try was poor because you rushed the cast
        You hold your breath in solemn anticipation
         You must be a fly fisherman!
          The fly floats gently on its way to the trout
           You know it will "take it" without a doubt.
            You're all charged up and ready to strike
             But the fly floats by because something's not right
              You are still a fly fisherman.
               You open your fly box and select a new fly
                Then lengthen the tippet before the next try
                 Change your position to help with the cast
                  And hope you have made the right decision at last
                   Now you are a doubtful fly fisherman. 
		
 
	
			 Of course, now I am too old to be much of a fisherman, and now of 
course I usually read more 
	 Of course, now I am too old to be much of a fisherman, and now of 
course I usually fish the big waters alone, although some friends 
think I shouldn't. Like many fly fishermen in western Montana 
where the summer days are almost Arctic in length, I often do not 
start fishing until the cool of the evening. Then in the Arctic 
half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my 
soul and memories and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River and a 
four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise. 
		
 
	
			 Fly fishing is a very pleasant amusement; but angling or float 
fishing, I can only compare to a stick read more 
	 Fly fishing is a very pleasant amusement; but angling or float 
fishing, I can only compare to a stick and a string, with a worm 
at one end and a fool at the other. 
		
 
	
			 And for winter fly-fishing it is as useful as an almanac out of 
date.  
	 And for winter fly-fishing it is as useful as an almanac out of 
date.