When I was 5, Dad got his first fly rod. It was stiff and burly and later worked great as a bass rod. We had went through the Colorado Rockies, Snowy Range, Yellowstone National Park, The Grand Tetons, next to the Snake River in Idaho, all on our way to the state of Washington. If you make that trip, you'll buy a fly rod too.
I was instantly impressed with fly fishing, even though I was the only one to catch a trout on a regular zebco.
Five years later we went through Yellowstone again. This time I got to try fly fishing. I got my first fly rod and it was a beast like Dad's. I think we gave 25.00 for it with the reel and the line, and a few colorful flies. I don't think I caught anything or really learned how to cast it on that trip.
Once I got back home in Kansas, I practiced daily to get the casting down. Not long after that I was riding my bike to a local pond or the creek to practice my techniques on some innocent bluegill, and bass.
Eventually I started tying my own flies and got really good at catching fish on the fly. Somehow, I have stopped tying flies and stopped fly fishing. Several years ago I was in the Rockies and gave it a try again. It came back to me quickly and I pulled in a couple rainbow trout. A guide came up to me and asked me for advice. My head got big really quick.
Since then I haven't fly fished. My fly rod has probably been in its case for over 10 years, my wifes has been in her case even longer.
This summer we will be breaking them out! We are taking a weeks vacation near Lake George, Colorado. My parents and us will be renting a cabin. For a few days of the vacation, I hope to get the boys, Dad and myself out for a few hours of trout fishing.
Son of a ****** - Even though it was after 8PM and fast getting dark I made the decision to try going fishing in the snow. I turned onto the Grumpy Old Man Hole road at Ric...
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