“Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.”
Cormac McCarthy, The Road
Cormac McCarthy. One of my favorite writers. I’ve read most of his novels. My favorite, Suttree, and then the border trilogy: All the Pretty Horses; The Crossing; Cities of the Plain. He recently died at age 89, probably writing to the end.
The past few days I visited some mountain streams that are “older than man” and casted dries to Cutthroat, Cuttbows and Rainbow trout.
trout on dries 
I enjoy your posts and wish you would find some way of making them more easily shared on social media — a Twitter link or Facebook.
Hi Dan: Glad you enjoy some of my posts. I am on Facebook and download many of my posts on it. Check it out…troutondries
Bob
Yes, just noticed that. Good.
Great photography per usual and could not agree more on Cormac McCarthy. If you have not read any of his works, I envy you for the discovery you are about to make. Brushstrokes with words, he paints masterpieces on every page.
C of B: Yes, I’ve read just about all of Cormac’s novels. Sounds like you are also a big fan of his. Thanks for comment on blog. Hope you’ve had some good days this Spring on rivers.
Bob