
I am thankful for fly fishing.
I am thankful for the quiet. My job is busy and my home is busy. I wouldn’t trade either of them for the world. But my time on the water offers some much needed contrast. This doesn’t mean that fly fishing is passive. The mental exercises often eclipse the physicality. Still, there is stillness. The moment immediately after releasing a fish is cathartic. The moment immediately before it rises to the fly is even better.
I am thankful for the challenge. Sometimes I succeed. Often times I fail. I think that the frequent baptisms in humility are the most valuable experiences. The subjectivity of fly fishing can actually prove those failures successful. Trying to catch a trout is a low-risk training ground for my resolve, preparing me to potentially see more pertinent challenges in a new light. Fly fishing is practice, in a way.









