The road less traveled…

An ode to Mr. Frost

A stream born Fine Spotted Snake River Cutthroat.

Two forks diverged in the Teton Wilderness
And I sadly could not fish up both
And just being one angler there, I stood
And looked down the river far as I could
To where it meandered behind the undergrowth
Then took the other as just as fair
And having perhaps the lesser runs
But it grassy banks just wanted wear
And as for me standing there
I chose the one with far more dare

The path less traveled, with the exception of some local game.

And as the day progressed
With changing leaves none the less
I hooked fish without the mess
A single dry fly sure did crush,
It was then I doubted if I ever would turn back

Fish that define perfect proportions.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence
Two forks diverged in a meadow
And I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference

Sunset over Mt. Moran near Grand Teton National Park.

Read Robert Frost’s: The Road Less Traveled poem here.

When was the last time that you fished a river or lake that had no trail to lead you through the woods and down to the bank. It is my recommendation that if you have not done this yet this season do it now before another moment passes. Please respond by using the Post a comment link, we would love to hear your responses.
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