Have you ever tried to meditate? To sit quietly, calmly, letting your mind go, thinking about nothing…sounds deceptively easy right yet is surprisingly hard. Well I have tried it, over and over and over again….getting to the place of nothingness for what feels like minutes yet is probably seconds…only to bring myself out of it by thinking “yes, i’m there! I’m not thinking about anything, I’m connecting…oh shit, here I am again, thinking!” So then days or months would go by before I would “sit and try” again…I felt I needed it, craved it in fact. I tried not to beat myself up b/c it is after all called a meditation practice right?
Then I was convinced to try fly fishing by two different elderly men (just by them talking about it) and yes I found it again…I found that connection, that quietness and presence! I had only even…
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Asking a fly fisherman to pick their favorite fly pattern is a lot like asking a mother to pick her favorite child (although, I’m an only child, and I’m still not convinced that I’m my mom’s favorite. But that’s a blog piece for another day).
Most fly fishers, myself included, fill their fly boxes to the brim with hundreds of different patterns. Each fly is unique and designed to imitate the various mayflies, caddisflies, midges, stoneflies, scuds and terrestrials that are common to Colorado’s waterways. And combining the “art” of casting a fly rod with the science of entomology (the study of insects) is what makes fly fishing so fun and rewarding.
Yet, if I was forced to leave my fly boxes at home and pick just one fly to use in all of Colorado’s lakes and rivers, without a doubt, I’d pick the wooly bugger.
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