While times they are a-changing; a series of articles about the fundamental roots of what spawned the romance with fly fishing in the late 20'th century through today would do justice to any fly fishing publication.
People are drawn to this pursuit by a myriad of pulses, not in the least is the romance and nostalgia associated with the names and the places which have contributed so greatly in making the sport of fly fishing what is has become. The classic New England feather wing streamers; who has never heard of The Gray Ghost. The Catskill and Mid Atlantic legends; again, who has not heard of Quill Gordon or The Light Cahill. Those fabled streams & rivers that laid the ground work for our obsession with this sport, Beaverkill, Battenkill, Madison, Letort, Snake, Rogue, and on and on.
While addressing those who pursue warm water fishes with the fly is credible and justly due, you should not overlook your duty to instruct and inform your readership of the deep and rich heritage of this sport that was born and bred by those trout aficionados who lent their lives and namesakes to making this the most noble of 'hobby'.
There I go again, leave it to me to rain on a perfectly good parade :rain:
