Tying your own flies is a huge leap in the pursuit of becoming a great fly fisher.  If you are just starting out, congratulations.  Now that you have decided to start tying flies, you may be asking, “what fly should I learn to tie first?”  The Zebra Midge is an outstanding answer for many reasons.								
					
				
				
				
				
			
		
	
	
		
		
	
		
	
				
	
				
		
		
				
							
								Fly fishing can be fun no matter where our lives, or even our day-to-day takes us.  For most of my life, I viewed fly fishing as fishing for trout, in the Rocky Mountains, and in a river.  Probably with a dry fly.  It was all I knew.  In hindsight, I had many opportunities to keep fly fishing a part of my life if I would have just been willing to explore other species, waters, and aspects of the sport.  								
					
				
				
				
				
			
		
	
	
		
		
	
		
	
				
	
				
		
		
				
							
								If I get out of the drift boat, you may not see me again until the evening hatch.  Yeah --- it’s a problem.  								
					
				
				
				
				
			
		
	
	
		
		
	
		
	
				
	
				
		
		
				
							
								It was in sunny Las Vegas Nevada, that I remember telling my wife, “I’d really like to get into tying my own flies.”  My wife, whose memory can be either a steel trap or --- let’s just say the opposite of a steel trap --- decided to use her powers for good and several months later at Christmas I had a fly tying kit.  Hooray!  Hugs and smooches exchanged, I sat down to tie my first fly on Christmas morning, 2013.  And while I tied a few flies between then and now, I can say that the fly tying kit may have “started” me into tying my own flies, but it was a weak and pathetic start.  A long road filled with terrible flies, that rarely were used, let alone caught fish.  I’ll tell you why.								
					
				
				
				
				
			
		
	
	
		
		
	
		
	
				
	
				
		
		
				
							
								We all go to the river for different reasons, but there is a solitude we all seek from fly fishing.  In some way, at some time that solitude haunts us.  Through the patterns of wading alone in the natural world we come to know ourselves.  That experience is a treasure.  Shall we give up on it because of pressured waters?  Or will we keep walking?								
					
				
				
				
				
			
		
	
	
		
		
	
		
	
				
	
				
		
		
				
							
								We oversimplify the pursuit of trout when we think changing flies will result in more fish caught.  Surely fly fishing can be a simple endeavor if we let it be.  Carry a fly rod and some flies to the river.  Wade through its currents and cast flies to where the trout swim below.  Wade and cast.  Wade and cast.  If the fish do not reward you, the overutilized solution is often to change flies and continue on.								
					
				
				
				
				
			
		
	
	
		
		
	
		
	
				
	
				
		
		
				
							
								It is one thing to not catch fish while nymphing.  It is another to be hooking up all day and then come up short on a great spot.								
					
				
				
				
				
			
		
	
	
		
		
	
		
	
				
	
				
		
		
				
							
								There is something about the doing of it that makes fly fishing special.  About going deeper into a world and connecting with something special at a basic, visceral level.  When I look at the mountain, I see it from a distance.  I know the river flows below beneath it, and that trout sway in its currents and seams.  I know it, just as I know that fish swim in the sea.  When I gaze at the beauty in the waves and colors and sounds of the ocean I see it as I see the mountains and rivers and forests.  Out there.								
					
				
				
				
				
			
		
	
	
		
		
	
		
	
				
	
				
		








