I know most of the posts are questions/answers with regards to fly fishing, so I decided to mix it up and ask everyone to share some stories regarding their best memories related to fly fishing as well as share some of my own stories and thoughts.
A quite powerful memory I have is from when I was about 5 years old and I caught one of my first native brook trout with my dad. I can vividly remember quietly sneaking up behind a pine tree whose roots clung over the edge of the small Pennsylvania mountain stream and looking over the edge as my dad helped me lower the line. Peering over the edge into the fast-moving water (no more than 6 inches deep) I wondered if my dad could possibly be correct in claiming that there was a brook trout under the embankment. To my ecstatic surprise, only a few seconds after lowering the line, I felt a tug, and, of course as a stunned five-year old fishing, pulled the pole up quite hard. I was thrilled, and the three-inch brookie was likely even more thrilled as he flew up out of his natural habitat, shaking both droplets of water and the hook off in midair. The small trout quickly disappeared into the fast-moving water, the experience ending as soon as it begun, yet the memory lasting a lifetime.
As much as I enjoy catching fish while fly-fishing, I also enjoy the beauty of pristine land and the sound of the water, so for me its still fun to fish even when I don't catch anything. I actually always go home empty handed, (due to catch and release of course
) but I never go home without enjoying the experience. I only get to fish in the summers now due to college, but that allows me to enjoy the times I can fish even more.
Feel free to share your own stories and thoughts on fly fishing!