An unseasonably warm month of December kept the ice off the rivers of Iowa and allowed me and Ezra Plank an opportunity to get one last day of winter fly fishing. We ventured to Bailey’s Ford and Spring Branch, located outside of Manchester, and spent an afternoon taking in the scenery and casting to hold-over trout. Ezra netted a bow and almost landed a brownie. I was satisfied just to watch.
Our day ended with an ironic sequence of events. As I was finishing up a few casts into the confluence of the rivers, Ezra walked up and started a monolog about the inadequacy of pictures to capture the true beauty of the moment. The outdoors is always bigger than our cameras and even our memories. Just as he was finishing, three bald eagles made their way down the river, looking for prey. Amazing.
An unseasonably warm month of December kept the ice off the rivers of Iowa and allowed me and Ezra Plank an opportunity to get one last day of winter fly fishing. We ventured to Bailey’s Ford and Spring Branch, located outside of Manchester, and spent an afternoon taking in the scenery and casting to hold-over trout. Ezra netted a bow and almost landed a brownie. I was satisfied just to watch.
Our day ended with an ironic sequence of events. As I was finishing up a few casts into the confluence of the rivers, Ezra walked up and started a monolog about the inadequacy of pictures to capture the true beauty of the moment. The outdoors is always bigger than our cameras and even our memories. Just as he was finishing, three bald eagles made their way down the river, looking for prey. Amazing.
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