What it is about flyfishing...
that captures our souls? Maybe tangible things like a fly pattern born in the Canadian Maritimes, brought to life by skilled hands in the midwest, received as a gift to swim in the waters of the pacific northwest to try to fool a steelhead?
Or could it be the company of friends old and new in the tall shadows of trees in a river valley, a mirror smooth lake dimpled with rises, or the fresh salty smell of a new day on the coast?
All I can say for sure is that I'm glad the angler lives within us. Thanks guys, for making the community as strong as it is!
IFFF Certified THCI @ 2005
Capeflyfisher Guide Service
Island Hopper, Guitarist, Incurable Dreamer
and Founder, Worldwide Flyfishing Forum