Most Fridays on Casting Across are devoted to other people’s contributions in the fly fishing community.
Not today.
Today, I’m sharing two pieces from Casting Across that were posted many, many moons ago. I love how a website provides an eternal (relatively – as long as you pay your hosting fees) presence for writing, photography, and the other miscellany you may stumble across in a place like this.
There is a real ebb and flow to website traffic. When this site started, I think I put up some pretty good stuff. But who wants to read another fly fishing blog? As people commented, linked, and liked, I received more exposure. I’m thankful for that, but I also kind of feel like some of the earlier writings have been the unfortunate victims of circumstance.
So here are two articles that got less than two dozen hits in their initial run. Maybe they deserve more… maybe, you might say, I should be thankful for the few views they did get. I’ll let you decide.
Have you every started off the day by catching a fish right off the bat, only to never sniff another bite the rest of the trip? Here, I look at that phenomenon. It happens to the best of us… well, maybe the “best” actually catch fish all day. Perhaps I should say that it happens to the “pretty good” of us from time to time.
Another piece in the vein of fly fishing neurosis, I share (too much) about my anxiety of finding someone fishing where I want to be fishing. “It’s a free country” is a good sentiment; but it is also a real drag in practice. If you’ve ever had those palpitations as you come up to your preferred parking pull out, this will be an article to which you can relate .