Tom Reed

We met on a river. Coldwater. Clear. A river of trout and the promise of a day. Her mom went into the hardware store and left me to watch the wild child, a blond-haired, blue-eyed beauty who was not even two. No problem. But when she projectile-vomited because Mom was gone for 15 minutes, doubt washed in. Her mom has the prettiest fly cast in the land and can row a … [Read more...] about Wild Child | A Daughter’s First Flyfishing Trip