above: “Tecumseh” 7'6" 5wt. 2pc. with Early Morning Brown I come upon it suddenly, alone- A little pathway winding in the weeds That fringe the roadside; and with dreams my own, I wander as it leads. Full wistfully along the slender way, Through the summer tan of freckled shade and shine, I take the path that leads me as it may- Its every choice is mine. A chipmunk, or a sudden whirring quail, Is startled by my step as on I fare- A garter-snake across the dusty trail Glances and-is not there. Above the arching jimson-weeds flare twos And twos of swallow-yellow butterflies. ~James Whitcomb Riley