
Some folks are convinced that the Loch Ness monster is just a sturgeon or a catfish. Such people are plagued by the chronic condition of being unimaginative. Devoid of whimsy or wonder, they suffer from the kind of hyperrealism that leads them to tell children that Santa is made up. And, I’m confident they begin their statement with a condescending “actually…”
That said, if Nessie was and is a catfish I’d want to catch it.
This ambition has nothing to do with busting myths or slaying dragons like a 21st century St. George. It is all about catching that fish. The outlier. The exception. The anomaly. I’m all in on catching the fish with the reputation. There are certainly larger catfish elsewhere. There are plenty of larger and harder fighting fish, for that matter. But catching the (a?) Loch Ness monster on a fly? There is something about pursuing the eccentric that aligns so well with the enterprise of fly fishing.
Case in point: I’ll spend an inordinate amount of time targeting certain panfish.









