Fly Fishing

There is something about fishing that I will never grow out of. You know when you are a kid and you lean into a stream or any body of water and just fall in and tell your parents, "Mom! DAD! I'm all wet, I didn't do it on purpose." Everyone knows you did. We all did it, well most of us. I know I did it on multiple occasions and my Dad always smiled at me and handed me a towel or said deal with being wet then because we have another mile before we are back to the car. Anyway, for Father's Day, along with some other things, I took my Dad fishing. It is always a pleasant time. Fly fishing is such a relaxing hobby that I will never get tired of. It's about focusing of the stream and the feeling of each time your fly hits the water and anticipating that strike that you so dearly want at the end of your lead. So anyway, picture this...

We drove about fourty miles out to the yellow breaches in PA, talked about music, which with me and my dad is usually the topic of discussion, he still doesn't understand that Regina Specktor and Christina Aguiliera are different singers but that's okay, and then we cross the covered bridge which are lovely and built across the beautiful state of PA, and then we get out of the little old Volvo. I put on my vest and my hat with my license attached to the back, my Dad hands me my grandfathers rod, I put it together taking off the dust and dried up bugs (its been in the garage for a year what do you expect), we pick out our flies that we made years before, dust them with silicon, and head out to the stream...

As soon as we get in, I catch a baby fish, it was cute, didn't get a picture of him/her though, I let the little guy go. The stream was cool and calm, these Koreans came to watch us, which sort of made me nervous and I ended up whipping myself in the face with my fly, which made me laugh to myself. After awhile we changed flies and as it hit the water, I got another strike and brought in another fish. It's so thrilling to catch a fish, but I don't need to catch a fish these days to enjoy the river, my Dad taught me that. After a couple of hours, we had tired our arms and got out of the lovely stream, dried off, and drove back in silence. The thing about my dad, he is very quiet, but so am I sometimes. We enjoyed our little time alone on the stream and I hope to share it with him again soon. Happy Father's Day Dad! I love you.

Until next time!