That Magical Feeling

Went out this morning to just walk some streams. The winter has been much too long and I needed some time outside.

It seemed very awkward to be on the stream without a pole in my man. I managed to scout 2 new stretches. One stretch I had wanted to scout for quite some time. It was a nice walk. The stream was too skinny and the trout were far and few and almost nonexistent. Log book entry already made about that stretch.

The second place I scouted was a little better and the trout gods were smiling on this stream. A return trip with a rod in hand is in order.

On the was back to the vehicle it began to spit snow and the area was a little hazy. It seemed magical. The snow was gently hitting me in the face and my beard was icing up a little. I couldn’t help but smile the entire way back to the vehicle.

I truly love the outdoors and miss my quiet time on the stream.

I understand exactly what you mean. There’s a “sound” to the silence that is hard to explain. Equally as much, I love taking a hike through my woods when it snows. A sense of serenity that is hard to find!

Beautiful Len! Finding some nice antlers would have been icing on the cake.

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“It seemed very awkward to be on the stream without a pole in my man.”

I really hope that was a typo,

typing when stupid as charged.