Fish and Rod
                                         James Prosek

Then in the half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds

of the Big-Blackfoot River and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise.
Norman Maclean (River Runs through It)

My father was very sure about certain matters pertaining to the universe. To him, all good things - trout as well as eternal salvation-
come by grace and grace comes by art and art does not come easy.
Norman Maclean (River Runs through It)

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