We love bent rods and tight lines. We even love fishless days because fly fishing enables us to appreciate our natural surroundings in a profound way.
Waking up on a chilly Wyoming morning in September with the remnants of last night’s campfire and fresh coffee brewing in the percolator. Attempting to manage your expectations as you leave your chickee in Everglades National Park because you know that today could be the best day of fishing you’ve ever had. Or the sight of Egrets snacking on tasty morsels and fiddler crabs hurriedly scattering as you enter a flat waiting on the flood tide to deliver tailing Redfish to you.