Termites and time have nothing on my chainsaw….

A particularly toasted piece of fir left out in the elements that had begun to have some termites chewing around on it became my weekend project.

During our last move I ran across the very first fly rod I bought in my misspent youth. Just looking at it brought back many dormant memories that were asleep in the back of my mind. It gave me many a day of zen like harmony and it deserved a more fitting place to rest and be admired for its ability to catch fish and memories.