A Flyfisherman's Journey through Southern Appalachia
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Cherokee for father & son.. I feel my Cherokee history that runs through my veins awakens and recharges my soul when I am in the forest or on the stream. The bonding I have with my son is unbreakable. We have been out there together since he could cast a rod. I watched him grow into fine flyfisherman, outdoorsman and respectful of all things. Passing on your vaules and traditions is the goal of any father. He is approaching his 18th birthday, enrolled into college and plays guitar with his band who just had a show the day prior in Charlotte. I know he was tired from the night before but still, he gathered what he needed and followed me to the stream. I feel like me, his soul is refreshed within the forest and waters. I know now the foundation I have instilled will be passed on, being a father, you know this. I know he will pass on these things to his son or daughter for he is a oh-sda-duhn ~ Asgaya (Good Man).