Now my best days on the river include the learning that comes from overcoming obstacles. Growth combined with the rest of it. Always trying to progress and get better. That struggle is what I judge a days fishing on now more than anything. It is always there if you look for it, whether you catch fish or not.
I knew in the time I walked the ten feet from my dorm room stairwell in Sijan Hall to his blue Land Rover that my day on the river would be cold.
There are times on the river when you are sure. From where I stood in the cold flowing water of the Provo River, I could see the water bend downstream and speed up before the bridge. Saw the rocks and white breaks beside gentle pools and midcurrents that hugged the bank walled with overgrowth. I knew that seam held fish. I was sure of it.
Welcome to Wadeoutthere. I believe there are two paths ahead of us in the pursuit of fly fishing.




