View Full Version : different reasons for different days

10-09-2007, 06:48 PM
My reason to flyfish changes almost daily. Everynow and then i get in the mood to just go put a serious woopin on some trout, and i go up high, and just catch trout till im blue in the face. Size makes no difference on those days, it about numbers, and i suppose deep down inside, about feeling superior ( i guess our apposable thumbs versus trout only having fins just isnt superior enough some days).
Then there are the days where flyfishing is an excuse, and a good one, to get out of the house, in to God's creation and wonder about its perfection. On those days fishing takes a back seat, and any fish caught are marveled at as rare jewels, or priceless art. The perfect cast, and right drift become as important as actually catching fish, and often, the casts are far and few between.
For whatever the reason however one thing always stays the same. Im never happier than when I am on a stream. And the only time im not thinking about fishing, is when im doing it...

10-10-2007, 09:52 PM
I have circled around this topic several times now and still struggle with how to express the exact "why?" but I'll give it a shot.

I don't have stories of childhood fishing with a parent or grandparent. I didn't start until I was 54 years old - this past May. But from the first time I went out solo, I was absolutely hooked for reasons hard to express.

I love the mountains.
I love the solitude on the river and the company of a kindred spirit.
I love the perfect cast and drift (however seldom).
I love the adrenaline rush of a fish exploding on top of the water at a dry.
I love fishing the same stretch of river over and over and discovering something new each time.

All these things but not exactly. Aside from all this (and at the risk of sounding cheesey) still there is something magical about fly fishing. It's like a switch turned on inside the first time out or a little voice said, "This is it!" Despite the tangled lines, the hungry rhodedendrons, the klutzy slips and casts, that voice resonates every time I'm out. It's a constant challenge, it's an escape, it's a continuous learning experience, it's what I now enjoy above all pastimes.

I was told by many folks for many years that I needed to try fly fishing and I just didn't get it until I made that first cast and caught that first trout on my own. I think there's a mysterious trigger in some of our DNA that creates an instant, unavoidable and fantastic obsession.

I'm still struggling with exactly the right words to express it but this will have to do for now. Thanks, Byron and Hugh for the opportunity to at least make the attempt.