Blasphemy? I embrace it. Of all the trout I have caught fly fishing, rarely was the sole source of hooking up an eye watering cast. There is so much more to chase.
I know what I need in life, and I don’t need much. Turns out packing for a fly fishing trip is no different.
First, let me say again that I enjoyed flying with you. Congratulations on all the exciting things happening in your life with work and family. Good for you on the upcoming fly fishing adventure. I hope you catch lots of trout and end up on a river again soon. Now about those waders.
There was a time when drift boats were mysterious and distant to me. If I could one day “get a drift boat”, trout beneath magical rivers that were once unreachable would finally be within my grasp.
We drifted on the river in and out of shadows below the cliffs. It was a cold morning. I knew it would be hot later. It had been the same thing the day before.
My brother drove the whole way. I sat in in the back. My father was up front. My brother and father had split the cost of the drift boat four years earlier. That was before the Rendezvous.
It was just cold enough at night to build a fire in the wood burning stove. It was in the corner of the cabin and my brother had set the flue to burn all night.