This creel and vest hang on the wall of the Brule River Lodge where I have spent my summers for as long as I can remember. The Brule River is a true fly fisherman’s dream. It feels like stepping back in time when I am there, things never change, and that is what I so love about being there. Despite new technology in the fishing industry, you will still see the fishermen of the Brule wearing an old cotton canvas vest like the one in this painting and a woven creel slung over their back.
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