A Short Story

A short story by Brad: There once was a man who entered a difficult part of his life. So, he decided he would focus on something positive. He decided he […]

A short story by Brad:

There once was a man who entered a difficult part of his life. So, he decided he would focus on something positive. He decided he would become the greatest trout fly fisherman that ever lived. So he set about to do this. With great care he tied his flies by hand. He found the best bamboo in the land and made a marvelous cane fly rod to fish with. He would wade into the water up to his waist and he would cast for hours. He practiced his roll casting, and could move the line over his head in great beautiful arcs, and eventually he could place his fly line anywhere he wished. He did this day after day.. He suffered the mosquitoes, and the cold and heat but he never quit. Years went by and he fished and fished, but he never once caught a trout. Eventually, he began to lose hope, and he was getting more and more depressed. He was really starting to feel his age, and he was often tired. One day he was wading in the water and casting his line and an old man happened by… The old man said “son what the hell are you doing?” The man said back “why I am going to be a great trout fisherman, so I am out here fishing and casting my line… See the wonderful flies I tied? And isn’t my fly rod nice? I made it myself. I can cast the line right where I want… But I am not having much luck I think I am doing something wrong…I can’t catch a trout… “

The old man said, “son this is the sewer treatment facility…”

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