"Dark Flies in Spring"

“It began raining soon after, gentle but cold. I pulled my hood up and stepped out into the river and cast to every fish-looking place, working slowly downstream, getting into the river’s rhythm. Little by little, the work week disappeared.”
Howard Meyerson contemplates spring fishing, dark flies, and having the water to himself. In the Grand Rapids Press.

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