Fishing for deals in a crowded marketplace
It’s mid-winter, as announced by the snow-covered banks of the river, and the crisp scents. The sun just edged over the nearby mountain range to reveal the river’s territorial command. Much life awakens to begin the day’s labors … and lessons. Streaming across the screen of my mind is a view of that shy, alpine tail-water I earlier discovered. What I like to call my, “secret fishing hole.” Not because it’s unknown to other anglers … it is … but because its many opportunities are not known. These are its secrets.