There are those places in this world where our life’s little worries seem to disappear and for me that place is a stream nestled between the banks of rock and soil where the woods grow tall and the trout grow large. There is such a place not far from my home and once you are there and the first fly is cast you will never leave, for this place is forever with you, it grows on your mind and you will think of it often.
-H.L.
Written in reflection of my first trip to the Lower Mountain Fork.
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