Strong Winds Moving Over The Dream Sream: Fish Feeding Below

We had to keep it simple. No false casting. Just roll cast the weighted nymphs and keep them drifting. Lay low and out of the wind (which is kind of difficult to do in South Park) .  Yet, with patience and persistence we were able to catch 8 nice fish or so on Sunday morning. Brown and red San Juan worms took some fish along with RS2's, and brown/black midges.

Sunday morning? Why were we not in church?  Could fly fishing on the Dream Stream, in the vast valley of South Park, on a Sunday morning  be "church?"  I think so. Why not?

Each one of us was over come with the overwhelming and vast  beauty of South Park. We broke bread. We gave thanks. We helped each other. We talked to each other. Imagine that; people talking  and getting to know each other in church! We were the "Two or Three gathered in His name."

And at other times we were silent within the howling winds. If I had a prayer it was simply, "Give me the God of the whirlwind. Give us a few fish."

I have little interest anymore in listening to lectures on Sunday morning. I have no tolerance of a tame and domesticated God. 

Give us the God of the whirlwind; wild and free. No pretense.