IT’S perhaps stating the obvious, but its pretty hard to catch a trout without a fly in the water.
Life, the universe and everything often seem to conspire to keep us from the water, even when you live close at hand. The longer the stint between drinks, so to speak, and the urge to fish gets over taken by the the idea that now you deserve something epic, that just going fishing isn’t enough.
Now comes the question “is it worth the effort”,or will it be too hot/cold/windy/sunny/cloudy/will the fish be biting? The real answer is just go fishing, of course.
I think I could watch the tension draining out of Elizabeth’s shoulders last weekend. E is a good friend of the Levin brother and Bec and myself, but has come to know all the crew over the years. She remains a fishing crazy, a drive all night, sleep in the truck for a few hours fishing type. But motherhood and her own business has kept her busy the past couple of years.
Bec, Gabe and myself got to take her out last weekend _the heat index was ridiculous, but we had all seen enough air conditioners. And it feels so much cooler when you get on the river.
Bec and E caught browns, we roamed the river, and we broke the need to fish.
Sometimes it’s the first step that is the hardest.