Arizona Fly Fishing: Welcome to Summer

The big dog from the day

By many people’s standards, I am still a young man. ┬áBut, north of thirty years old doesn’t feel the same as south of thirty did. I feel my mortality after a day of stalking brown trout on round creek rocks and hiking the miles out of a deep canyon. As I walked back to the truck losing myself in the sounds and smells of the forest, I became contemplative. This often happens after a day fishing alone and talking to myself on the creek. The title of a Charles Bukowski poem pops into my brain and I found myself muttering the words softly under my breath – “the days run away like wild horses over the hills…”

Trees
Arizona Brown Trout
Spotty
Caddis
Caddis
Orange
Orange
Arizona Brown Trout
Cream
Pupa
Pupa
Baetis
Baetis
Bear poop
Bears
Foam
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10 Responses to “Arizona Fly Fishing: Welcome to Summer”

  1. michael johnson

    viking points for quoting bukowski. also for a wooden net

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    • azwanderings

      You know it. I took the bamboo on the next trip. I’ve got a sweet pic to send you.

      Ben

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  2. Charles A Peterson

    Having just turned 76, I contemplate my mortality on a regular basis!! Yet I understand your feeling of thankfulness–just being able to be a part of it all. I’m also glad to find out that I’m not the only guy who turns over rocks while fishing!! Already making plans for Mearns’ Quail season.

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    • azwanderings

      Right on Charles. I love flipping rocks out there and see what’s crawling around. Take care.

      Ben

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  3. Anthony

    Good to see you back out on the water my friend, excellent write up as always!

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