Finding My Rhythm
Here's a tale of how I got bit by the fly fishing bug. It all started while watching my boyfriend prepare for a day of fishing. I longed to learn more about this sport, not knowing what I was getting myself into … Getting up early is not for one who doesn’t like to do so and doesn’t drink coffee. My alarm roared at 5:30am on a Saturday morning. I cautiously opened one eye. The sun had not even come up over the horizon, so why was I awake? After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I turned to
6/15/2017Asha Anderson