I cast a line into the Middle Fork of the San Joaquin River. My fly lands on the seam between slow-moving water near the bank and swifter-moving water in the main channel.

The fly runs downstream. I follow the fly as it bobs with the flow of the water. It passes over a smooth round rock, and then plunges out of sight for a moment, before surfacing and continuing its travels. The river bends and runs through pools formed near the bank. I wonder if a fish is there, ready to strike, lurking in the dark water just below the surface.

Read the full essay in the October Issue of Alaska Airlines’ in-flight magazine, Alaska Beyond, in seat back pockets now, or online (pg 127-128).


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