"May God give you luck and may the fish of the great sea face you."
Irish BlessingI spent a great couple days fishing with my brother on the Russian River on the Kenai Peninsula in Alaska.
A jolt of energy that began in the lip of a giant rainbow trout traveled through the fly and up the line and down the rod into my hands. I'm still shocked. I'm still amazed.
When I released each of these beautiful creatures back into the rushing river, I felt their smooth bodies resume the liquid undulation that keeps them moving upstream. I still feel that movement. I still feel the shock.
Though she may be often staring down the barrel of trouble and mischief, 
and he down the barrel of a box of bon-bons,
Though he often cares for the sick,
and she steals their fruit,
