There is a place that man will go
When the fish are scarce
And harsh winds do blow
No clock to watch…the fingers numb
Hope runs through the hands
Of the fly fisherman…. ~KB
This is my hometown…
There is a place that man will go
When the fish are scarce
And harsh winds do blow
No clock to watch…the fingers numb
Hope runs through the hands
Of the fly fisherman…. ~KB
This is my hometown…