michael.cl
18-11-2009, 09:08 AM
I guess at the end of the day we all have our reasons to pick up the wand, and look for that perfect spot in the river. As for myself, creating the fly is the start of along line of pleasures I derive from this pastime.
It involves the study of my adversary's habits, some understanding of his environment and a love of what I do.
As I stand alone in that running stream, Knee deep in gin clear water following my fly as it drifts down to wards me, and in the next moment experience the explosion on the surface as my fly line slices sideways through the film and the rod loads, followed by a swirl and a splash as the dry fly disappears blow the surface, the reason I came to the river is clear. The adrenalin runs, the fish begins its fight, and I become one with him.
I have tricked that fish into taking something made from feather and fur and presented it in away that appears real to him. And from this point on, I value the pleasure I receive from his efforts to find freedom.
I guess that is why I take the wand, a box of flys and go in search of a slow running river, with just the sound of water, the breeze in the trees, and most of all, some time a way from the insanities of this world.
Michael
It involves the study of my adversary's habits, some understanding of his environment and a love of what I do.
As I stand alone in that running stream, Knee deep in gin clear water following my fly as it drifts down to wards me, and in the next moment experience the explosion on the surface as my fly line slices sideways through the film and the rod loads, followed by a swirl and a splash as the dry fly disappears blow the surface, the reason I came to the river is clear. The adrenalin runs, the fish begins its fight, and I become one with him.
I have tricked that fish into taking something made from feather and fur and presented it in away that appears real to him. And from this point on, I value the pleasure I receive from his efforts to find freedom.
I guess that is why I take the wand, a box of flys and go in search of a slow running river, with just the sound of water, the breeze in the trees, and most of all, some time a way from the insanities of this world.
Michael