...For me, each of these profound moments have been punctuated by these incredible and bright fish that come into my life in a mad fury. But once they’re landed and safely released, the moment begins to dissipate and it’s just me out there… on a river with a rod in my hand, casting and hoping. And if I take enough turns around this merry-go-round between fish, I may wind up as mad as my pursuit. Or, I may be all the wiser for it. Only time and the feeling of my flies piercing through blue green water will tell.