It all tends to happen fast. Anticipation is replaced by exhilaration when a trout takes your fly. Immediately, there is a moment of holding your breath, hoping the hook set will stick, and then it is right down to the business of landing the fish --- but wait! Don’t lose a nice trout speeding to get him on the reel.
How do you know if your nymphs are making it down to the strike zone along the bottom? Why not just take a look?
If I get out of the drift boat, you may not see me again until the evening hatch. Yeah --- it’s a problem.
They say you can save a lot of time and solve a lot of problems with a glass of whiskey and a table covered in fly boxes, reels, strike indicators --- they don’t really say that. But it’s true…
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.
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.