Sometimes...

Sometimes, a guy with as much love for fly fishing as I have, a Sunday afternoon and eager smallmouth are all that is needed.

After a long week of the worldly distractions that make us wonder if we're sane, a quick text exchange set me up with a Sunday on the river with KZ. 

His boat, his gas, his gig.

The kid is, well , a kid.  Heart of gold, enthusiasm to challenge even mine, infectious smile that goes on and on....
...casts like a pro,
rows like his house is on fire
and giggles every time the flies (his or mine) tease a bass up. 

I like that.

Thanks KZ, for the river therapy.