I can’t remember a time that I wasn’t chasing fish with a fly rod and posing in front of a camera with my most recent catch. (Insert kid photos with fish) Well, I take that back. There was a short time……during my college years, that I devoted most of my time to chasing something else and only part of the time fishing, but shortly after graduation, I landed a keeper (pardon the pun), and went right back to chasing fish.
What an amazing experience I have had over the years learning to fly fish. Although I have fly fished since a small child, and guided out west during the college years, I can remember vividly when I first decided to get serious about fly angling. I have always loved a challenge, and when I wasn’t good at something, I would work and work at it until I became good at it. It wasn’t until my wife and I decided to relocate our family and ended up landing between two of the greatest tail waters in the United States that I realized that I was not a good fly angler. It was here that I received my first real lessons in humility when it came to fly angling! I would go to
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