I’d rather be fly fishing
Well, that is always the case, but today it really is!
Fly fishing; that is something I will never tire of doing. I think I could be out every day of my life, rain or sun, and would still be looking forward to what the next day brings.
On my coffee break I go outside and sit in a sunny corner. I shut my eyes and think about last weekend at my favorite fishing hole.
I love rounding the last bend in the road to where I park my truck; it is like crossing the threshold into another world, a world where there are no worries, work or whatnot. I get my tackle and lunch box and off I go. On my way I pass the spot where I can collect a few ramps in the springtime, a few wild greens for my dinner. This morning I am greeted by a patch of wild orchids in a little clearing. I didn’t see them last May!
A couple of ten minutes later, I arrive at the perfect fly fishing spot in my river. I can only hear the babbling and chuckling of the stream, birds singing and the bugs buzzing. It seems like I know every rock and tree by name, but after so long, I still am surprised by something new every time I come here. Some new animal tracks in the mud, maybe a tree or branch has fallen into the water and creates a new little eddy or hiding place, or a place for me to snag my line.
When I get to my spot, I lay my things to the side and sit down for a spell on the mossy log, which is just perfect for resting on. The fragrance of the crushed leaves and fragrant wood envelops me, then a light breeze brings the scent of the water, clear and clean. Some mosquitoes and Mayflies buzz around. I love to wait here for a moment, just observing, and waiting to see what goes by.
Because when I get out the new hand-tied flies from my last fly tying course, I know that the act of fly fishing with be all-encompassing. I won’t notice every detail around me; I will be concentrating with every fiber of my being on what I am doing. The preparation is enough to clear any other thought out of my mind.
Once I am ready, I step into the shallows and casting becomes exercise for my soul, the murmuring of the water over the little rapids upstream blending with the buzz and song around me are the perfect mantra. I am deep in my thoughts and my actions, not a care in the world, until my nagging tummy reminds me of the hot coffee and sandwiches in my pack.
Lost in my thoughts during my fly fishing, the time passes without me noticing. I feel so at peace with my surroundings, and barely notice as the shadows get longer. It is getting to be the time, when I will return to my house, having relished in the cleansing of mind and body that my sport always gives me.
And that is when I notice that my coffee break is over, and I am refreshed and ready to get back to work!

Zuletzt geändert am: May 22 2014 um 07:51