The beginning is special. It is in the beginning that the bond forms. After the excitement of something new wears off. When you are not catching fish. When you have to re-tie your knots. When the fish are rising to everything except your fly. It may not seem like it. And you may not notice it, but these are the times when something special happens between you and the river and the fish you chase.
“You make coffee?”
He stood two feet away from me. Close, so his whisper sounded loud in the quiet while the others slept.
“Nope.”
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.
Welcome to Wadeoutthere. I believe there are two paths ahead of us in the pursuit of fly fishing.