Passing the Torch

So fun watching my son fish one of the most famous runs on the river the other night. He crushed it and he's only 8. He was sending out off shoulder Snap T's with authority. He skated his fly as gracefully as anyone I have seen. A natural for sure. Very cool to see.

This river gets a hold of everyone, no matter the age. I have high hopes it will continue to be a place he can come to often, and then bring his kids. We need the next generation to fall in love with this place, to steward and love her as those that have gone before.

Grateful for my son.......

Psalm 127:3-5

Yes, sons are a gift from the Lord,

the fruit of the womb is a reward.

Sons born during one’s youth 

are like arrows in a warrior’s hand. 

How blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them!