Larry Jarrett's

It was a moment in my life that happened many years ago, but is as clear in my minds eye as if was just yesterday….

A man and his young son had joined me as a guide, for their father / son fishing adventure, on an interior Alaska River. 

We landed the Jet Boat and they began casting away when I noticed the Dad had disappeared around the corner.
So, I walked to where I could see him.   I was unnoticed by the man,  as he cast his Fly Rod in the true form of a master Fly Fisher.

His cast against the beauty of the landscape was the most beautiful curve in the line and after feeding out his line exactly where he wanted, he laid down the fly, mended his line up and let it drift to the strike.

There was a mist on the water that morning and he had his Pipe lit, his smoke rising in the mist.

It was a divine sight that I had never glimpsed before, nor have I ever since. 

That very scene of a Man in that remarkable setting in his Glory has been etched into my mind all these years, never leaving and frequently reappearing in my thoughts, of that perfect moment. 

Larry Jarrett