|My first few fly casts on Trout Creek this season.|
As I waded down through a stream tonight I suddenly realized something. I was casting my bait line and it suddenly hit me. As I reeled in my 8th brookie, I found my self reminiscing about my childhood. When I came off the water I felt like I was 18 again.
|One of the larger small stream brookies I caught on bait. This beautiful fish was just shy of 10"|
It might be just me. I had a great childhood of digging worms and casting for trout so when I feel that tug of a fish on the line my memories instantly take me to my childhood. I took on fly fishing as a challenge and as a way to challenge myself in my sport of choice. With the difference in how I undertook each it only stands to reason that each would have a different impact on my moods.
|Fishing isn't always about the angling, sometimes you just have to take in the surroundings.|