The rainy spring brought the water level up a couple feet from previous trips. We could see signs that it had dropped several feet the days before. It is hard to get bored with this strectch of river. Each trip offers new sightings or different experiences.
As Hubs paddled up to fly fish, something big flew out of the tree and across the river.
I paddled to the area I thought I saw it fly to.
And I found it... and it was acutely aware of me...
And he flew away again... just a bit further downstream.
And I followed ...
And I followed . . .
He made me day!
A wise old owl sat on an oak; The more he saw the less he spoke; The less he spoke the more he heard; Why aren’t we like that wise old bird?
Edward Hersey Richards