Ett par bilder från en magisk plats och en magisk fisk. Blackfoot River i Montana och Stefan Larssons första Westslope Cutthroat.

Det känns som om det är på sin plats med ett citat från Norman Maclean’s ”A River Runs Through It”

”Then in the Arctic half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise.
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of those rocks are timeless raindrops. 

Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.”



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