Paying homage.
On r&r at home paying bills and mowing grass. Spent a few minutes looking back at comments (some of you sneak them in a day or two late and I miss them). The number of positive comments is gratifying. In the six years I've been writing there have only been a couple of drift boaters that might have been a tad sarcastic (don't blame them a bit - we sometimes see things differently). One of the comments was from "A" with a picture of a fisherman netting a fish (same picture is on my business card). Don't know if the message was deleted or if Anthony he is telling me he finally caught a fish. Marty - I learned to fly fish as a kid on the West Canada, stayed at Roy and Ruth Ryan's green shingled camp overlooking the river on Partridge Road. Fished it from Trenton Falls to Middleburg, a great river. Dennis - Mornings require a little Zen. It can't be too cold, there should be the possibility of a hatch (caddis, tricos, olives) or a spinner fall. If