back to the bow. river that is.
Here I stand. Same place I was 8 years ago when I caught my first fish on a fly rod. This is where it all started. Right here. On the plywood, 2x4, garbage strewn banks of the bow river. It smells like shit, I can even taste in my mouth. The after taste of the air is still lingering days later. But I'm so happy to be here. Where a 20" brown lived 8 years ago and ate my fly, changed my life. Here some photos in tribute to the brown trout that lead me to life I live. I love you brown trout. Call me we'll party together. Maybe we can go for milkshakes. Love Joel.