I can still remember my first fish on the fly. I was fishing the Souhegan River in New Hampshire, not a well-renowned trout stream by any means, with a Cabela's 6 weight fly rod. The day before I went up to Stone River Outfitters in Bedford, New Hampshire and picked up a few Prince Nymphs for my fly fishing excusion. When I was on the water, I was attempting to self-teach myself nymphing. After fishing the same seam for two hours and my concentration fading, my nymphing turned into swinging and for some reason...BAMMMM! I had a rainbow jumping at the end of my line. After a small excitement-induced freakout, I was able to land the 12 inch fish. Despite it's size, that memory will stay with me forever.Now, I am not much different. I can still stand and fish the same seam for hours, but I do know how to nymph correctly and my concentration has turned into a desire to perfect every aspect of my fly fishing game. It started out buying flies, to choosing flies, to tying flies, to tying flies for waters I don't even fish. When I am on the water, I am on the water. Sometimes I think I might be a difficult fishing partner because no matter the weather or how terrible the fishing conditions are, I don't want to leave. I never want to leave because I worry that there is the chance of the one moment it takes for the fish of a lifetime to swim by and I don't want to miss it.
So for me, joy has turned into obsession, but I get joy from this obsession. It is what I do and it is who I am. Christoffer brought up a question that might not be on the minds of fishermen, but after some thought and writing this post I think it has made me a little more obsessed. Where do you stand?
Tight Lines
-The Fly Fiend
P.S. Sweet cover huh?
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