A note to document my first 5 years of fly fishing.
It’s April 2015 and I have officially been fly fishing for 5 years.
The many miles of walking streams. The countless hours of watching videos. The thousands of horrible casts and bad drifts. The absolute frustration of having to break off another fly tangled in the brush. All of those things have gotten me here, to this point, today.
I couple those things with the hundreds of beautiful fish. The absolute joy of a trout taking my dry fly on a perfect drift. The satisfaction of catching my first trout on a fly that I tied with my own two hands. Standing in a beautiful stream completely separated with everyday life. All of those things have fueled the passion and provided me with the needed drive needed to see the next 5 years.
It’s a small goal worth writing about, but something that I’ve thought a lot about the last few days as well. I knew from the first day I picked up a fly rod that it would be something that I would do for as long as I was lucky enough to be on this beautiful planet of ours. It’s been 5 years of inconsistency and 5 years of bad casts, tangled lines and twisted nerves, but it’s also been 5 years of absolute enjoyment.
I’ve met some awesome people, fished on some of the most amazing South Carolina streams and learned more about myself than I ever really thought possible. All of those things have made both the good and the bad of the last 5 years worth every second of it.
I’m writing this post mainly to document this moment in history; it’s a moment that I certainly want to remember. And while it’s nothing particularly special to most people, it’s something that is, in many ways, special to me. I’m looking forward to 5 years turning into 10, and 10 turning into 20. As the years roll by, I take great satisfaction in knowing that I found something that I truly enjoy doing.
Like many, I’ve been through my fair share of hobbies and interests. None have given me the satisfaction and happiness that fly fishing does. None have helped me grow as a person, husband and father like fly fishing has. And none have provided the motivation to keep learning, getting better and perfecting the craft.
As I document the first 5 years, what I’m really doing is welcoming the next 5.
I hope those 5 are as rewarding and challenging as the first 5 have been. I welcome them.