my usually OCD dreams, gave way to a more meaningful, less fraught with frustration, event. I moved my way along the surface of a lake, and I walked the shores of a river casting the fly line with ease. Someone in my dream even asked me how I learned to cast so well. In my dream, I seriously thought of a fellow blogger, the Limp Cobra, and tried to demonstrate…this is a good sign, a signal of good things to come (not right away, because my dream didn’t factor in my pending ankle surgery in a month).
Here’s a nice little lake pattern, the Deer Hair Damsel, I tied/photo’d a few years ago.