A Memory…




Sitting on the deck of the hotel/fly shop under 400 billion stars, telling stories of the day’s fishing.  Strangers and friends remembered trips from the past, and planned future trips, while night bugs buzzed the dim light of the lantern’s glow.   Strong, cold drinks cooled our hands, and fueled the audience, as cigar smoke gently wafted by…  We were in Montana, and there were mountains.



Montana (Photo credit: Space Ritual)






About urbangrizzly

I am presently working on a project titled "The Urban Grizzly Bait Shop." I have long considered opening my own bait shop, and I have found the perfect location for this one... my imagination.
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