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The Fisherman

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(photo by Gabriella)

The old man had fished trout steams all over the country. He had the best tackle money could buy, everything his many guides had recommended. He’d fished in clear mountain streams and beside raging rivers. He’s caught salmon, walleye, perch, and pike.
Now in retirement he has met his match. Every morning he sits along the stream in the little town near his home, patiently casting his line over and over, trying to catch the elusive trout that live in its deep pools.

finding refuge
under an old stone bridge
native trout

——

Haibun Monday # 6 at d’Verse

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