A number of years ago I had the opportunity to fish the upper Yakima River during September and October. A lot. Gorgeous fall days, elks bugling in the distance. Murphy was still alive then, and like Sage now, would find a spot in the sun and watch.
As I get older I realize there will not be many more of those days, and that I must take every opportunity to fish, spend time with the girls, and enjoy those moments away from my desk and this computer. I won't regret it. And the girls will love it.
Murphy's Day.
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