So I always like to say “A bad days fishing is better than a good day at work” and over the years I have always had my secret retreat, it is my church so to speak. I started fly-fishing when I was about 10 years old, and at 44 now I still enjoy it and would love to pass this gracious pastime to someone else.
For me the experience is about being out in nature seeing the wildlife, discovering the wonderful places. I can remember when I was a child my parents would have to come down to the river at 12 or 1 o clock in the morning on a summers night to take me home and for fear I might have fallen in, but I would be there under a tree or bush watching a trout rise in the moonlight, fly rod in hand. Having identified the fly it was feeding on at last, and hoping to catch the fish, but without me knowing it at the time he had caught me, I was in the “zone.”
Time did not exist for me and the only obstacle was the stamina to stay watching. I often stayed there from dusk still dawn and when the sun would start to rise the fish would come alive again and with it another chance for me to show him my skill. He would do his dance with the fly’s hoping to get his breakfast and I would do my dance with my fly rod and him hoping to get my breakfast.