Then this pleasantly trivial blog had to actually go and accomplished something profound. It has nearly ruined it for me. I am about over it, truly profound is not what I signed up for. I sat down to write a post about the disturbing amount of residual contaminant that Will Rice and I found scouting around the South Platte on Tuesday but I simply can't.
Instead here is what my son and I did today. We sat down and tied a fly together for no good reason beyond a sudden curiosity on his part. He wanted an orange and red tail with a blue body and eyes. He also wanted fins and even made me a diagram. I was actually stumped on how to help him add fins. I havent tried to add fins to a fly pattern in years.
He is old enough now that with a little help he was able to do most of the work with some help from Dad. Pleasant big-picture triviality with a hint of personal import.
Next summer we should be able to coax a trout or two from the kids pond at Tin-Cup with Zack's Fly-Guy. For no good reason except that we can.