
I’m always fascinated by the dynamic of same/different on the stream. One example is how I can be on a mountain trout stream anywhere in Appalachia, and there is going to be some geological similarities. But if my eyes wander up the banks, the foliage will be completely different north and south. Another is a Colorado trout in a feeding lie, watching natural bugs drift overhead may be a cutthroat. But I’m not thinking any species-specific thoughts when I’m casting to it as opposed to a brown exhibiting the same behavior. I’ll be happy catching either, and the experience will only differ a little. But the backdrop of the Rockies is wholly different than the rolling hills of the Mid Atlantic.
To give one more example: hearing a group of older men talk loudly on the streambank when you’re trying to fish can happen anywhere. Having it be in Italian, and on top of my guided trip, was unique to my current situation.
Especially since my guide was part of their boisterous antics. But that was just one more thing in an interesting day fly fishing, stile Italiano.









