
My four boys are 10 and under. Since they are boys, and since they are my boys, they are interested in the outdoors. There is an intrinsic desire to see what is over the next hill, under the big log, or beneath the surface of the water. With great vigor they investigate each one as thoroughly as possible. Sometimes they employ trial and error. Sometimes, they imitate. Consequently, each of them has a functional knowledge of how to use a fly rod to pursue what might be swimming just out of sight.
That is what they know about fly fishing: going fly fishing. That, and the excitement of the occasional package that I receive which includes new gear. That, and the guarantee of hot cocoa and a breakfast sandwich on the way to the river. That, and the grown up feeling that comes with being included in a streamside conversation between me and another adult.
Thankfully, they don’t scroll through Instagram, read YouTube comment sections, or find their way into the dark recesses of online message boards. They are blissfully unaware of the dark, cynical underbelly that exists among a group of people who like to catch fish using one particular method. (Hopefully that sentence alone explains their mother’s and my rationale.)
But the bad apples don’t keep me from exposing my boys to the joy of the whole orchard. The pursuit of fish is good. But there is also a lot of good, and a lot of good worth exposing kids to, in the people, places, and things that go into the pursuit of fish. This is why I took my boys to our local stop of The Fly Fishing Show, and why I’d encourage you to do the same with the children in your life.
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