What draws us to the untouched reaches in pursuit of a fish?

Is it the nosing rise of trout to a perfectly cast fly?

Is it the changing hues of light on the canyon wall as the sun pours empty its cup?

Perhaps it’s the uncountable stars that by night showers us in awe and wonder.

 

No, I think it’s restoration.

Amid the burdens of the day, these places heal our wounds.

Each cast is the unfurling of doubts and each adventure the stirring within our soul.

 

We come to make stories against the backdrop of God’s creation.

We come as men seeking only adventure and the rise of a fish.