
From a big picture of respective, there’s always going to be a last time that you fish somewhere. I don’t mean to be morbid. But the fact is that we are finite. Our days are numbered. There’s only so much that we can do. And fly fishing, as pleasant as it is, does not exclude us from this unalterable equation of mortality. For a moment, let’s back away from this more existential facet of the conversation.
At a very practical level, there are places that you have gone fishing that you will never fish again. Unless you have kept some meticulous, obsessive records, there’s a good chance that certain waters are just not going to warrant another visit. Fly fishing puts us in random places. Spontaneous trips to tiny ponds. Skipping around the coast into the next inlet or bay. Taking an afternoon to tread up a feeder creek with a name that we never take the time to learn.
Sure, there are also some waters that don’t hold any allure. You got skunked. It was ugly. You decide to put a period on that story. Or, best case scenario, you had a once in a lifetime opportunity and you made the most of it. You would gladly go back; it’s just not likely to happen. Whether you treasure the memories or not, there are some places that are one and done.








