'Song of Stones'
Silently now. I creep along the bank, shucks of last nights stonefly hatch crunching under my sandals. Swarms of adults flutter about over the Crystal River, dipping down occasionally to deposit the eggs that will become next summer’s feast. As I examine each small pocket of deep water, the shoals of whitefish roll and dart, consuming the coming nights army of leggy black nymphs. I am looking for one thing, and that one thing is on the lookout for me. Finding trophy trout in small water is a special experience. It requires nuanced tactics, as the situation is so visible to both hunter and hunter. I see what I’m here for, a moss green back poking out of the shallow water. The bigger the fish, the smaller the rise. Being only a few rod lengths away, I line up a bow and arrow cast, and plop my chubby a few yards above the dark shape. A take, an explosive breach, and suddenly all stealth is gone as I rush downstream after the rainbow.
Silently now. I creep along the bank, shucks of last nights stonefly hatch crunching under my sandals. Swarms of adults flutter about over the Crystal River, dipping down occasionally to deposit the eggs that will become next summer’s feast. As I examine each small pocket of deep water, the shoals of whitefish roll and dart, consuming the coming nights army of leggy black nymphs. I am looking for one thing, and that one thing is on the lookout for me. Finding trophy trout in small water is a special experience. It requires nuanced tactics, as the situation is so visible to both hunter and hunter. I see what I’m here for, a moss green back poking out of the shallow water. The bigger the fish, the smaller the rise. Being only a few rod lengths away, I line up a bow and arrow cast, and plop my chubby a few yards above the dark shape. A take, an explosive breach, and suddenly all stealth is gone as I rush downstream after the rainbow.
Silently now. I creep along the bank, shucks of last nights stonefly hatch crunching under my sandals. Swarms of adults flutter about over the Crystal River, dipping down occasionally to deposit the eggs that will become next summer’s feast. As I examine each small pocket of deep water, the shoals of whitefish roll and dart, consuming the coming nights army of leggy black nymphs. I am looking for one thing, and that one thing is on the lookout for me. Finding trophy trout in small water is a special experience. It requires nuanced tactics, as the situation is so visible to both hunter and hunter. I see what I’m here for, a moss green back poking out of the shallow water. The bigger the fish, the smaller the rise. Being only a few rod lengths away, I line up a bow and arrow cast, and plop my chubby a few yards above the dark shape. A take, an explosive breach, and suddenly all stealth is gone as I rush downstream after the rainbow.
LEAD TIMES: All pieces are made to order, and lead times average about 2 months. If this is a gift or needed by a certain date, make sure to plan a few months ahead.