Don O ask about our best memories as to fly fishing. I lost the original post, but here are mine.
Catching a "Monster" brown trout on the South fork of the North Platt River in Colorado on a fly I tied myself and and a rod I built myself when I was a kid. The first trout I ever caught. Watching my wife Theresa play a 8" green sunfish that felt like a 20" bass. Hear the "Squeals" of excitement and laughter when it was finely landed. On the first bead head woolly she ever tied to boot and Amanda coaching her on every move. Watching my Daughter Amanda false cast repeatedly to make the fish interested, (much like "Shadow casting in A River runs Through it). Then catching the biggest fish of the day as soon as the fly hit the water. Watching the fog on the White River in Arkansas knowing that I could not fish it, and butterflies in my stomach knowing I would be tying at the Sowbug in a few hours. At the same time seeing Rene wading across the fog to tempt the fish and brave the fog. Tying a simple rope dubbed black gnat at the sowbug and realizing that I had 10 people watching intently, (scared me to death almost). Dreaming about getting to fish some prime Trout water some day, without falling in and ruining everyone else's day by trying to get me out of the water. Jimi
