The people fishing sea-runs today weren’t glued to the computer at five in the morning, coffee at hand, Bunny Graham crumbs on the keyboard, easing into the work day. And they aren’t reading this blogosperic wistfulness, either.
They’re on the water right now, working out thirty feet of flyline, ready to push a fly up against the brush, anticipating letting their fly lay still for a second, then giving it a twitch, hoping to see a silvery streak leap from ledge to fly. They might know, even instinctively, that the early fish will be chrome sided, blue backed torpedoes, and that the early fish tend to be the biggest of the season.
They are probably fishing alone. Practically no one fishes Sea-runs these days. I will. Any day now. Just not today.
For those of you who are, or for the lucky ones tying on a Muddler right now, may you have a wonderful day.
For the rest of us, working and wishing – may our day also bring harmony, comradeship, and discovery.