My husband was first introduced to the sport of fly-fishing as a boy while visiting his aunt at the fittingly named “Trout Club.” From the moment he first cast, he was hooked. I never tire of watching him as the line weaves back and forth in flight, landing effortlessly on the water, mimicking a may fly touching down. He began to tie his own flies shortly after, a true craft in itself, fascinating to watch. When my son was in third grade, he had a special teacher who was a fly fisherman. I asked my husband to make him a home-made fly as a teacher gift and my son presented it to him at the end of the year in a tidy white box. A gift from the heart. The design of feathers, combined with precise tying and gluing make this a hobby of precision. The result, when examined is indeed intricate in design. I have photographed below a series of flies, both store-bought and home-made for this week’s challenge.
“Fishing is the chance to wash one’s soul with pure air. It brings meekness and inspiration, reduces our egoism, soothes our troubles and shames our wickedness. It is discipline in the equality of men–for all men are equal before fish.”
“The gods do not deduct from man’s allotted span the hours spent in fishing.”
Quotes by Herbert Hoover, an avid fisherman