I pretty lucking in that I live only about 2 hours from some amazing rivers. Tonight I'm prepping for a trip down a great tailwater in kayaks and I think I have gotten it all together. It's a fun part of a trip, the increase in excitement as you ready the rods, flies and boats. I always tie fresh tippets on my knotted leaders the night before, a little something that just seems to make the day start better. These days I prep wit the aid of my 11 month old Doberman Pinscher, I can't say she makes it easier but she does make it entertaining.
I don't really have a specific ritual anymore. I guess my life in general is spent getting ready to go fishing, When I actually go I always rig my rods and leaders once I reach the spot I intend to fish. Taking time to get everything rigged up gives me a chance to settle in and to calm down. Once my bio rhythms are back on the chart I can take a good look around before I make that cast.
I'm happy for you getting a chance to get out, hope you have a great time of it. Give that pup a scratch behind the ears for me OK,
Everything for three!
Backup clothes, and waders.
Baggies for phones, keepers for glasses, sunblock, flies, and a bunch more.
Most of the time I don't unpack, just take it all.......
But personal ritual begins at the parking lot.
Fleece, waders, boots, pack and rod.
With sanctified vestments adorned, I approach our liquid alter.
A sacred frosty beverage is consumed, and perhaps a burnt offering is given to the four points.
Uttering... Ommmmmm. Or maybe, Ummmm, what bug is it today?
starts with getting everything out on the living room table... rod I want to bring, making sure I even have leaders or tippet, then checking the flies. Stop checking the flies and chase the two year old pitt bull with a fly in his mouth hoping it wasn't a nice nymph and I don't have to pull it out of him when I catch him. He love fluffy woolies for some reason, I dunno. Pack it all in the trunk. Next day is usually drive 15 mon and turn around because I forgot something like my fly box or my best friend asleep on the couch.
Sometime around 10 pm I realize that I absolute must have a dozen flies of some pattern or another that I had previously overlooked. I become absolutely certain that without those flies tomorrow's trip will be a failure. So, its back to the vise for some last minute tying, then to bed later than I planned but satisfied that I'll be well prepared.