And all through the house not a creature was stirring not even Doug at his vise. Jeff in his bed wearing his cap and me in my waders waiting for dawn. Rich pacing and waiting rod in hand, Ron and Chris shuffling fly boxes with dreams of brookie's in their heads. Now on brownie, on rainbow, go brookie, go steelhead, go cutthroat . Down to the stream get on the line, tie on your fly after all it's almost opening day!
Good luck and tight lines,
Art
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