“I too sit here on the shore of my Ithaca, a fellow-wanderer and survivor of Ulysses.”
Henry David Thoreau, Journal, July 7, 1845
Rising at 6:00 this morning, I wandered along the shores of this east Texas lake waking to 70-degree temperatures, working my fly rod. I did not manage to interest any fish along the way, and regretfully, don’t even remember the last time I landed a fish. That speaks poorly of me, how seldom I get out with a fly rod these past years. I’ll have to fix that.
The Thoreau Journal however, was a nice catch. And now it is he who has hooked me. At 7:24 a.m., the lake is quiet except for the sounds of birds in full chorus, and I plan to take advantage of this quality environment.