Begin Afresh

Deftly, admiral, cast your fly
Into the slow deep hover,

Till the wise old trout mistake and die;
Salt are the deeps that cover
The glittering fleets you led,
White is your head.

—W. H. Auden

The waters of the Middle Fork of the Flathead River were bright and clear right down to its rocky bed, and how undeftly did I cast my first fly—a gray caddis—on them. At times the waters roiled over large and small rocks (this was also...

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About the Author

Harold Bordwell is a retired editor living in Evanston, Illinois.