Sunday, April 15, 2018

Fresh Tracks

One of the last brushes with winter found me in the woods along a wild trout stream. The snowfall had just ceased but still clung to everything. When the sun poked out, it melted fast and poured down like rain from the canopy. The woods were quiet and my lone footprints meant the trout had yet to see a fly that day. It was one of the better days I had spent on the water in some time. 



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2 comments:

  1. Nice video Kierran, enjoyed it - thanks

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    1. Thanks, Mark. It was a fun project to work on.

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