Matt and I casting below the full moon. Photo by Grant Taylor
Excerpt from the Fishing Poet by Matt Smythe:
“By the time Rebecca and I were fifteen paces away he was as much a part of the dark wash of brush as the brush itself. We picked our way down the embankment and across an open area to the riverbank, hoppers still clicking from our path. We waded slowly together out into the glass, catching evidence of rising fish in the splish and frail reflection of what little moonlight the clouds afforded. Riffles a hushed murmur fifty yards downstream.”
Go Forth, Read the rest of “Rising in the Dark”
The night was indeed once in a Blue Moon, thank you Matt…
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It was my pleasure, Rebecca. We’d like to think that any time spent out on the water would have the potential to be as profound an experience – and they do in some way, shape or form – but this one was really pretty special. Happy we were able to share it!
Sounds like the makings of a really memorable trip…
Special river made even more special fly fishing with you both~
That is a really nice shot of the moon, anytime I try and get a photo it always looks too white or something. Mind telling me what settings you use?