Tradition Blues
In the true spirit of fortified tradition, let us never forget the gift of a resource and the ethical responsibilities that lie within. The Harriman Ranch expanse of the Henry’s Fork is the ultimate and final stronghold in dry fly fishing tradition. It has been been respected as such since its inception, and is reinforced through the years by the greatest men of the sport. As stewards, ambassadors and ones who sustain on such a magnificent resource, we should, without question, tread lightly upon these waters with the utmost respect and dignity. It is our duty and assignment to protect, broadcast and augment this tradition at every turn. There is no other river corridor in the world as known or renowned as the nine miles of water that flow freely through the Railroad Ranch. It’s resilience sustains at the hands of the illustrious and tenacious cast of characters that keep this tradition alive. The vital importance of this heritage must never be replaced by the fast novelty of immediate results, it demands more; it demands infinite praise.
A dream in tradition
Through the light of wisdom shines a true heart. Upon these hallowed waters tradition was born. From a bench or a rock to see what came before. To hold tradition dear. It’s a hunt. It was a gift. A kind gesture to be cultivated. Never to be adjourned. See it, study it, catch it. Of the many men that build this, none more pivotal than the riffle and the run. A glassy slick to reflect the soul of endurance. A quest. A gift. A look within. Take a little, but give a lot. How much is a trout worth? One sunset and the morning dew.