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Writing on the Fly: Fathers and Fishing
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My son Reed sent me a picture of his son fishing at the Gunstock Fishing Derby in Gilford. It reminded me of the last time I fished with my dad.
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My son Reed sent me a picture of his son fishing at the Gunstock Fishing Derby in Gilford. It reminded me of the last time I fished with my dad.
When did fly fishing get so complex? It seems like just the other day I went fly fishing with just a fly rod, a box of flies, some tippet and nippers.
On this day I needed a little more time to unwind so I headed up to my favorite little river that runs into Lake Winnipesaukee to see if I could get into a late arriving spawning trout.
When people know that you are a fly fisher you will inevitably get the call, it used to be a call but now it is a text. “I want to learn to fly fish and you were the first person I thought of calling.”
The days of grabbing my fly rod and gear and jumping into the river are over. As Clint Eastwood said, “A man has got to know his limitations.”
Familiarity is comfortable. Not a lot of thinking has to happen. However, sometimes it is good to look at old water with “New Eyes.”
I was browsing through an antique shop when I came across a fly fishing reel. It was an older Hardy Princess reel, for size 4-6 weight line, made in England.
Choosing a fishing partner can be a difficult and a somewhat interesting challenge. It can sometimes be so anxiety producing that an angler would rather fish alone, which is not a bad thing.
The dusting to a light covering of snow is now piling up in my driveway. My plans for the day went south pretty quickly.