Beauty Of Fly-Fishing

There is something magical and poetic to fly fishing. It is a physical combination, of the complex physics of the fisherman, fish, equipment, and their respective environment. Yet, all these variables blend into simple and elegant actions against some of nature's most beautiful locations. It is interesting how things so complex can blend in to make something so pure and perfect. There truly are no bad days when a person is fly fishing. Whether you are out for a couple hours or this is your third week straight of catch and release, every day of fly fishing is as glorious as the last. Fly fishing has given me many stories to tell throughout the rest of my life. As most people know, fishermen are typically great liars and full of tall tales. I leave you with two quotes from a book that is considered the Holy Grail of fly-fishing literature and that is Norman Maclean's A River Runs Through It.

“Poets talk about “spots of time,” but it is really fishermen who experience eternity compressed into a moment.
No one can tell what a spot of time is until suddenly the whole world is a fish and the fish is gone.”
― Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It and Other Stories

“In our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly fishing.
We lived at the junction of great trout rivers in western Montana,
and our father was a Presbyterian minister and a fly fisherman who tied his own flies and taught others.
He told us about Christ's disciples being fishermen,
and we were left to assume, as my brother and I did,
that all first-class fishermen on the Sea of Galilee were fly fishermen and that John,
the favorite, was a dry-fly fisherman.”
― Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through it and Other Stories

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