" A quietness washes over me as I sit on a large flat rock that is warming in the sun. That was not a struggle, not a fight, not an act of aggression or conquest, my catching this fish. It was an incredibly temporary connection to another animal-amazing wordless moments for me of awe and beauty, of the primality of nature. I feel, as I always do, honored that this beautiful beast sipped my fly."
-Allison Moir, "Love the man, Love the fly rod"
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