A HeartlandOutdoorsman.Com Production..... (Leave this intact as it is considered permission to reproduce) The routine hadn't changed much in
last 30 years or so. A typical Saturday morning would find Frank Malone rising well before sunrise. Today would be no different. As he sat on
edge of his bed wiping
sleep from his eyes, Frank pondered his fishing opportunities, wondering where this day might lead him. The smell of freshly brewed coffee now filled
lonely house, and Frank wondered how he would go about packing everything up and preserving
memories of a lifetime that echoed inside
walls of this old place. The wind rattling
branches of
old oak tree outside his office window had Frank thinking that
fly rod would probably stay home today in favor of his trusty old spinning gear and
recent rains would probably make wading more difficult than it was worth. For
first time in his adult life, Frank was having second thoughts about going fishing at all, but
workload facing him here seemed daunting, to say
least. Mary always seemed to have a place for everything, and looking around at this point, Frank suddenly realized that he really had no clue where anything was. He couldn't help but chuckle at
thought, and went about his usual routine of gathering up some essentials for
day.
With his thermos of coffee in hand, he headed out to
barn to check on
goats to make sure they hadn't busted out of their pens, as they had recently found a liking to doing. Actually,
neighbors would have called if there had been another episode during
night such as occurred twice this week already. Animals just seem to have that sixth sense in knowing that something has changed drastically in their surroundings, and these creatures definitely sense that something is not
same.
As darkness still held its grip on
morning,
lights from Frank's truck glanced briefly off
barn and startled
chickens out of their stupor, bringing a smile to his face as he realized that some things never change. Fumbling to find his cigars and dial up a weather forecast on
radio, Frank came to
realization that he didn't even know where he was going to end up fishing today. He'd done this so many times, for so many years, yet on this day he seemed to have a hard time getting his thoughts together.
With a slight chance of rain in
forecast and a low pressure system, it would more than likely be a good bite anywhere he ended up, Frank figured.
The light of a fresh morning was just beginning to peek over
horizon as Frank navigated
thick fog and back roads to take his customary place among
tall pines and crisp mountain air. Taking advantage of
seemingly perfect conditions on this day, he wasted no time in getting set up and was at stream's edge just in time to witness a bald eagle take flight from it's roost, a marvel he had probably taken for granted too many times. Everything seemed just a little more magical today, and Frank disrupted his usual routine at this point to slowly set his gear down and take it all in with a deep breath.