Hannah is committed now, it’s pretty official--we
got her a pair of waders. She's not the kind of kid to say, "Yeah buy them,”
if she doesn't feel like she’ll use them. What does that really mean?
Simple, she’s a fly fisherman; or fisherwoman. This is a pretty big deal to me,
because it’s been a few years since the middle kid—Madeline left the sport. I’m
totally stoked!!!
We went up Prove Canyon, and quite honestly I
was thinking seriously about hitting the lower portion of the canyon—the water
looked so good. Also there were no people out today, in fact I did not see one
fisherman on the whole river. I love/hate the Provo for just that reason.
Honestly it is one hell of a river, and you can’t say that Provo canyon is not beautiful.
The hate part is not technically the river; it’s all the fishermen filling
every hole.
But I just had a feeling she would love the
ponds of South Fork—I was right. Hannah instantly fell in love with the canyon
and the river. The leaves are at that prime point, and the air was full of
fall, with big clouds threatening rain.
The pond was doing what it always does; boil
with fish feeding off the top. The kid learned fast, she took to casting quick.
Then came the rain, I mean rain with big fat sloppy drops. I thought we were
done—no she hung tough. We finally decided to seek refuge under a clump of
trees, to wait for the down pour to mellow.
Great day on the river, and the best part was
the beginning of what looks to be a new sport for the kid, and who knows maybe
a life time of casting lines together (hope and pray!)
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