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Where He’s Been Since Then He’s casting again. Fly Fishing is popular with him. the travel, through gravel, not so tough for him now that he has a solid connection constructed from here into the Montana mountains - and the bait issue is no longer one his Rod and Reel are of the same high quality made- in-the-usa material as the little black bugs he picks for the trip - Fly Fishing anytime you want - he goes back there now, I can tell when he’s there - we speak from the same warm spot in the Fisherman’s soul – and then it’s time for a Shore Lunch – I wheel him up near the nursing station and he sends another long looping cast up over the nurse and the aide bringing dinner on the pale green plastic tray with the cracked corners the lightly salted chicken parmesan 1% milk wilted lettuce dry dinner roll that awesome carrot cake from his favorite cleaning lady that kind mrs scheffer who thinks of him when she bakes he watches the wind take the line and the leader and the small fly guiding it to the lee side of the log where the current slows and Big Rainbows sit lurking waiting for his bait but I feel the mood shift as the creel drops so I wheel him back out to the terrace where the hummingbirds dance with the bees we go back to big cat hunting deep in his darkest jungle |
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