Dear, Moorit Kebari.
Where do I even start? We’ve known each other for so long. I think back to when we first met. I was at my tying desk, all thumbs, and I couldn’t stop breaking that silly 8/0 thread. You were so forgiving. You threw the fussiness of Catskill dries right out the window and then went on to outfish those stodgy old patterns.
Since then we’ve been everywhere together. Dozens of days, hundreds of fish, good times and bad. We’ve worked together in all four seasons and you’ve always brightened my day. Last summer when I had my best day ever, when the sun, and the fish, and the friends were almost too much, when it felt like it simply couldn’t get any better? You were there. What about that trip to Medicine Bow? I thought my heart would break that weekend, but there you were. And let’s not forget that 22-inch rainbow on the tailwater at Stagecoach Reservoir. I thought he was going steal you away from me. One pass through the river and he just couldn’t get enough of you, almost pulling you and my fly rod right out of my hand.
I guess what I’m saying is that I can’t imagine life without you. We’ve grown, and changed, and seen so much out there on the rivers. There are always new patterns that’ll catch the eye, but Moorit Kebari, I think our love is here to stay.