Swing the Fly Issue 2.3 Winter 2014-15 | Page 127

As she cranks the boat on to the trailer, she looks up and sees a

rod bent, shortly after the rod goes limp. When he arrives at the car he replies with a smile:

"It’s time to fly south with the birds and thaw the frozen toes and fingers and resume standing in a river, swinging a fly, next time.”