NO STOPLIGHTS ON THE RIVER

For many years my husband has been passionate about fly fishing. Although it held little appeal for me, one year I asked if I might go along with him on a trip to Montana, just to learn more about the sport he loves so much. He had become good friends with a fishing guide on the Bitterroot River, and as we drove along, my education began.

Since our guide knew a little about my background as a musician and about my dependence on God, I guess he felt impelled to mention that fishing is more of an art than a sport—and I'm glad he did. My interest was piqued. He described it as a meditative art, and I became even more interested. Before we got our boat into the water, we stopped to get a license for me "just in case" I wanted to give fishing a try.

December 4, 2006
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