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Companions, friendship, philosophy, Reflection, Religion, Solitude
All of the fellows in the rail yard agreed that trout fishing on a small stream was much better than on a large river.
That was especially true for those who had a secret little stream somewhere up in the mountains.
Finding a secret stream and then trying not to brag about it is very hard. You wish to keep the stream for yourself but yet you would like to show a friend what a great spot you have discovered.
Finally you share it and a new type of friendship is discovered.
THE WOODLAND STREAM
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©W. Tomosky♠
waldotomosky 
Wally, tell me the truth. Do you like to fish?
Now let me think – – – – hmmmmm – – – – well, I like to walk on the stream, and see a mother raccoon with four young ones, and a deer, and maybe a bird that has built its nest in a cliff beside the stream, and hear a bird that I never heard before, and see a fiddle-fern popping out of the spring earth, and smell wild leaks growing in the loam on the bank, and find a unique stone or two, and smell the balsam tree fragrance wafting from some unknown place, and feel the smoothness of a hole worn in the bedrock by the water and pebbles and sand, and then meet up with a fishing companion or a son so that we can talk about what each of us has seen, heard or sensed. Oh yes – – – and catch a colorful brook trout from time-to-time.