A wonderful poem by Michael Young about time spent with PHW on the Farmington River
It was through the Millers River, Trout Unlimited Chapter 725 that Michael Young met Bill Manser, then president of the TU chapter. In 2013, when Michael became a Veteran’s counselor at Montachusett Veterans’ Outreach Center (MVOC) with an office at the Stallings Campus in Winchendon, MA, he saw an opportunity to combine clinical skills with his love of fly fishing. The Stallings Campus was in a converted school building that had one room with long worktables, ideal for group fly tying. Together, he and Bill obtained permission to sponsor PHWFF events at MVOC for their veterans and those of several other veterans’ programs.
Michael provided clinical support and transportation to PHWFF trips to the Catskills, Maine, and the Farmington River from 2014 until the present. He created publicity articles for local newspapers and TU’s TROUT Magazine. His background in Native American culture and spiritual healing, together with his therapy training, have supported his experience in the ability of Nature to heal the wounds of war. He has played Native American flute for wakeup reveille at various camp sites “by special request. In the fall of 2016, Michael retired from MVOC to return to college and to establish a private practice. He remains connected to the PHW group at Leominster Veterans Services Center, Leominster, MA.
Michael wrote a wonderful poem that summarizes his time spent with PHW on an outing to Connecticut’s Farmington River.
The river tells it’s location
amidst rustic, rural Connecticut.
along river roads,
one row deep with
forest close behind.
American Legion Campground becomes
HQ for our operation.
Objective stated: to catch trout!
But is that what it’s all about?
Geared up, our tactical uniform is
built for wading in the water.
Boots washed clean of war worry.
Weapons replaced with rods that
fire only fishing lines and flies.
Our catch was elusive.
Few of the finny foe were landed.
So was our mission a washout?
Secondary targets were acquired.
Many good friends made
or met again.
The move from isolated individuals
to a supportive unit.
No need to feel alone
with hidden horrors from the past.
Staying in the present,
even with the drone of incessant rain.
Talk of good times past and
The warmth of one another
and the blazing fire
combat the damp chill.
Mission complete –
until next time.Michael Young 6/29/22