The contest is over. The winner will be announced tomorrow. Here, in no particular order, is the list of all submissions, with attribution:
Rained hard, river’s blown. Driving home. –Wyatt of Fly Times.
The boat sunk. My mother cried. –Darrell of AlphaTrilogy.
Wait–line tightens then snaps–wait. –Anonymous
Sipping brown. Cast. Mend. W…a…i…t… (Damn.) –Christian
Wanton river. Torrid affair. Single again. — John of Shallowfish.
I fish, therefore I am one. –Arthur A. Strauss
Damn - that was a nice one! –Arthur A. Strauss
Where did that tree come from? –Arthur A. Strauss
My license? I know it’s somewhere. –Arthur A. Strauss
Too much pressure… broken rod. Shit. –Mike
Stomach rumbling, bowels cramping, waders stuck. –Davey
Grandson went fishing, there were none. –Bish
Worn rod, grey hair: good life. –Mark Powell of Blogfish.
Rainbow, rainbow, rainbow, GERMAN BROWN, rainbow. –David Ashmore
Self-employed, fishing just a memory. –Scott of Creekside Conversations
Summertime’s for wet wading small streams. –Snap
Sweat stings my eyes, keep reeling…. –DrummerChris of Worship Drummer
Went fishing, had a good day… David Knapp of The Trout Zone
Anticipation, panicked strike, triumph and loss. –Anonymous
Cast, strip, strip, strip, strip, strip. –Yi of Beyond and Back
Take it…Take it…TAKE IT! –Yi
One last cast…one last cast… –Yi
Long walk back…one last cast. –Yi
Getting dark…just one more cast. –Yi
Wait for it…NOW!!! SET…SET!!! –Yi
Wait…wait…god save the queen –Yi
Rivers speak. I try to listen. –Hawgdaddy of the Tennessee Valley Angler
At work, can’t fish, life sucks! –Insane of the Tennessee Valley Angler
Standing in the water all day. –Jonathan Irwin
Trout rising to midges: I’ve none. –San Mateo Joe
Writers block…can’t think…going fishing. –Murdock of FlyFishMagazine
Pinnacled frustration, rewarded with a fish. –Matt Dunn
Slippery gray, cinnamon rocks don’t care. –Matt Dunn
Ah-Di-Na forgive, forget? Many broken there. –Matt Dunn
Tie. Cast. Catch. Release. Grin. Repeat. –Don Luis
Empty pockets full of great memories. –KW Morrow of Ozarks Fly Anglers
Hiked a mile and fished awhile. –Matthew of Grits-N-Flies
The creel dry, fly box empty. –Matthew
Stumbling upstream… backing gone… unstoppable chromer… Mike Miller
Cast gently, fish on? Who knows. –Anonymous
Caddis hatch. I’m detreeing my mayfly. –Chris
Hand on leader; tail flicks: gone. –Aaron of Water Wilderness
Picking backlash, red crashes topwater. Oops. –Aaron
Ghosting over red; I turn, cast. –Aaron
Lure stops dead, water explodes: snook. –Aaron
Figure eights, then “chomp!” Snook released. –Aaron
Got rod; Got fly; Got life! — Doug T of French Flies
Reciprocal: The take, and the give. –Anonymous
The fish died. His hands trembled. –John Boatwright
I’ll tie the knot next time. –Ian Rutter of R&R Fly Fishing
I can spook my own fish. –Ian Rutter
Warden checked. Walleye cut. Woman blamed. –Dana of the Wild Woodswoman
She slept, smiling, through his kiss. –Dave
“Six knots!” he thought, too late. –Dave
The hatch simmered, unnoticed under rain. –Dave
“Turn!” he screamed. “Turn! Turn! Shit!” –Dave
Distant smoke smell. Was the woodstove closed? –Lou Ureneck
Reciprocal: The take, and the give. –Nick Davis of Barrett Productions
