Two poems by Scott McQuarrie
Cast and back-cast. The flow and ebb of river, rod, and reel. Backing to mainline, to tippet to fly, I tie one on.
Current
My waders eddying the current, a breakwater in the rushing flow that plots to pull me along its predetermined path. Four pound, six pound, eight pound test, my vest a store of treasures. Raging Prawn, Aggravator, Still Water Damsel. Their names a reflection of their likeness, and their creator. Flies fly from my fly-box. Hope renewed with every knot, I tie another one on. Waiting for tight lines, to fill my net, a moment of release. Cast and back-cast. My fly-box is full and my day is empty with promise.
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