







A River Runs Through Him
You will not see him often, now,
Wading into his beloved Holy Waters.
Fly casting can be difficult, sometimes, for older bones.
You will not see him often, now,
But he is there.
You will not say, late some evening,
As you hear the water move so slightly and the line snap so quietly,
“That must be him.”
You will not say that often, now,
But he is there.
When you see a glistening Brown trout rise, in his wildness, to a caddis hatch,
When you walk into the cool river water on a hot Summer day,
And the beauty of it all catches your breath,
When you rest on a river rock in the deep dark and silence of a moonless night,
And you know the prehistoric life surrounding you,
This fisher,
this Riverwatch founder and editor,
this honored Riverkeeper,
this protector of the river and all its creatures,
this lover of the Au Sable
is there.
Mary Oleary-Mcglinn
Beautiful tribute to a beloved brother.
A legacy that will live on…. McGlinn’s are known for it.
I am very proud of my Uncle……….
God Bless you Ed!
A great uncle and honorable man. Love you Uncle Ed.