Man, I Wish It Was Spring, Summer or Autumn

Fly fishing is one of those activities that sometimes is best enjoyed in total solitude. Right now, i’d love to be standing in a river, in my own solitude, just enjoying what is.

Putting aside all the crap and nonsense of everything else, everyone else – just me, the water, and fooling some fish while  desperately trying to appear “graceful” to those on the bank that might be watching and have ideas about the beauty of fly casting.

Beautiful it might be!  I agree – I’ve seen some fly casters who  offer up form and action that is entirely beautiful!   But that is not my goal or my want.  it’s about me having moments for me, with the water rushing around my legs, the Caddis hatching, and in my mind, Pachelbel’s “Kanon” is playing, and I’m smiling because… yes, everything IS good in the world!

Sometimes, things might not feel so good.. but it’s all good.  And I’m a mere man, in my own environment, enjoying my sensations, thoughts, my attempts at beauty in form with my awful casting, but tricking fish, bringing them to hand, admiring them, and setting them free.

Ah, Pachelbel’s Kanon!  Tonight is a good night to listen, although I wish I could be out on a river as well.