I drove deep into the forest and was greeted by wild browns and bows that were eager to take an elk hair caddis. I lost track of time and found myself not being able to make it to my shelter that was so kindly offered to me. I decided to stop to grab some nabs and a drink at a local store and chatted a bit. We traded old Army stories and times of when Ft. Bragg would send up special forces trainees for mountain training. This place holds not only a beauty but a ruggedness only fit to train the ones who protect us. Funny how this places gives and gives to us all and without asking for anything in return. As I was about to leave, the man at the store said.. "You can seek shelter here" I asked how much, he stated, "Nothing" and that he would not have it any other way. Once again I was amazed to find another friend of the river. I camped for the night enjoyed picking guitar, eating more pork and beans, a couple of cool ones and some good times.
I awoke, took down my camp and headed back to the water. As I geared up, I felt the urge to give thanks for what was provided for me by these people, the forest and God. I took out the old worn Bible that was given to me, read for a while, told the old man upstairs to grant me enough time to pay it forward and thanked him for such a place.
Took a few shots for the blog, enjoy and if your ever down this way.. feel free to take shelter out back, I wouldnt have it any other way. :)
God grant that I may live to fish For another shining day, But when my final cast is made I then most humbly pray, When nestled in your landing net As I lay peacefully asleep, You'll smile at me and judge That I'm "good enough to keep."
|Skipper, always greets me/us at the parking area.|
|Not to offend, I take my Rights seriously and served to protect them.|