Along the waters of small trout streams, confined angling brings exciting natural phenomenons closer to the heart. Brush and trees always behind or above you, the test of casting ability is heightened as a twig or branch lurches to grab your hook at every casting stroke. A muskrat swims along the opposite bank,then walks along the mud foraging for grasses and roots. It then dives, appearing some distance down or upstream, tail twirling like a little cartoon propellor.

" The flow of the river is the persistence to make an exciting outcome, where one may not have been without a chance taken" - Sky Joyner. " An opportunity not taken, is a potential miracle not experienced" - Sky Joyner. These are two phrases I made for myself in pursuit of trout and natures symbiosis to an ever changing world.

Living along these streams for so long, they become your friends. They provide you with something new every time, even though you think you know them thoroughly. The chittering call of the Kingfisher bird is a resolute icon of fisherman's country. Artisan's who rely on streams and lakes to fulfill their livelihood, I envy this bird very much as a spirit similar to my own. To catch fish where I roam, I am whole. I seek what I need from the stream, not to dis-arm it. Two Kingfishers' from separate worlds respecting what is rewarded to us from natures grace. The stream flows down the line of history, in wait for that future miracle to happen......