I admire the simplicity of a fly reel's design as well as it's precision machining and toughness under pressure when a fish puts it into play.
I sense a balance of finesse and force like life itself in a good fly rod. I am soothed by the graceful advance of a speycast reaching out over a misty steelhead river, and energized by the spine-tingling anticipation of shooting a double-haul into a hard crashing surf full of fleeing bait.
I am surprised by the flies that pop out of my head and fingers, un-named until I give them one, while tying much too late on a sleepless pre-fishing night.
I am deeply satisfied by the victory of a good catch, and redeemed by the vigorous flight of a big fish upon release.
My memories are filled with the camaraderie of good freinds, old and new, around a fire on a weekend outing with a tin cup of the good stuff.
Damn, I just plain love flyfishing!