Priceless

This humble blog has chronicled the ranch hand's long lost lust for fishing.

The old fat boy went from worship of piscatorial pursuit on a multi-day per week basis to "nuthin" for the last 20 years.

Sad, but true.

Given the realization of opportunity lost, the remembrance of a blessed passion, and ample reason to recapture a portion of life's simple pleasures, the ranch hand resolved to once again pick up a rod and crank a reel.

The backsliding addiction to feel the pulsing throb of a scaled creature in mortal combat to remain in its watery world has become of late a headliner on the ubiquitous "bucket list".

This last week included "escape" from the routine of ranch life and journey to the cool high country in the north of America.

The New Mexico mountains, in idyllic areas of "Eden" include lakes and rivers brimming with trout.

Your neophyte fly rod "chunker" indulged his long lost love while glorifying in the God given scenery, cool mountain air, and soul satisfying exaltation of the simple act of temporarily removing Michelangelo quality rainbow trout from their liquid lair.

PRICELESS!!!!!!