Deftly, admiral, cast your flyInto the slow deep hover,Till the wise old trout mistake and die;Salt are the deeps that coverThe glittering fleets you led,White is your head. —W. H. Auden The waters of the Middle Fork of the Flathead River were bright and clear right down to its rocky bed, and how undeftly did I cast my first fly—a gray caddis—on them. At times the waters (...)
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