As I get less and less time on the water these days, I’ve come to appreciate the experience much more. Going fishing used to be trivial for me. Three or four trips a week to the river was common; it even sometimes became boring.
Those days are gone, replaced with the real world of parenthood, a career and still not being able to figure out how to get 36 hours out of a day. These days, I maybe fish monthly if I’m lucky, and that usually requires a vacation day so that I can do it during the week.
That’s not an ideal way to live; for me or anyone else. Fly tying has helped fill the void, but it’s just a filler that keeps me connected and keeps the fire burning just bright enough to look forward to that next cast. Maybe I haven’t tried hard enough. Maybe I’m really bad at managing time. Or maybe the desire is just not there like it used to be. Any or all of those are total possibilities.My day is coming, and fishing will once again be in abundance
As I live through the fishing expeditions of others–via social media or word-of-mouth–I still keep that notion in the back of my mind that it’s just temporary. My day is coming, and fishing will once again be in abundance. It’s a glorious thing to imagine, and it’s how I keep putting just enough fire on the flame to keep it burning.
All will be right one day. And I will once again be back to experiencing all of the awesomeness that comes with standing in a small stream, chasing a wild little brookie, and trying to figure out which of us is in control.
For now, I’ll look back on my past fly fishing experiences to help point me in the right direction for my next one.