A Dad, A Daughter And A Small Stream
Guest Blogger: Jim Murphy, Neenah WI, long-time J Stockard customer and avid fly tyer
We sat on the bank of the stream, my daughter and I, and re-lived a day that will be entered into the photo album of my mind…forever. We had just finished fishing on a pretty little freestone stream that flowed through a flowered meadow which was literally on top of the world. We were somewhere between Red Lodge and Cook City Montana in the high country of the Beartooth/Absaroka Range.
I don’t get to do that much anymore. I mean fish with my daughter and so when the opportunity presented itself I jumped. She had moved to Colorado shortly after finishing nursing school in 1992. The pull tugged so hard she just packed her bags, picked up and left the Midwest to explore the wonders of the mountains.