Another life ruined by Fly fishing
“My fly rod lost its virginity yesterday”, is how the conversation with my brother started the otherday. “I caught six trout in an hour on the San Gabriel River.”
In a twisted act of brotherly love I gave my brother a fly rod for Christmas this year. He was already an accomplished spinning rod angler, actually quite dangerous with his G. Loomis ultra light. I thought that a little fly fishing frustration might add nicely to his losing battle to balance a job and kids.
His second day on the water with his fly rod and he was already into six trout. What a Stud! And on a dry fly. He probaly can not focus his thoughts on anything else besides fishing. The long slide down the slope has begun. Stay tuned for future updates as another life is ruined by fly fishing.
Tags: Christmas presents, fly fishing, ruined lives, San Gabriel River, trout fly rod
February 24th, 2008 at 8:38 pm
When stalking trout, size does matter. Mainly the size of your bank account, which diminshes with every trip to the BlueFin, Bass Pro Shops, Cabelas, et al., as we buy more and more expensive rods, reels, tackle, ad nauseum. I remember catching more fish when I was younger, armed only with a fiberglass rod, an old reliable Zebco and just plain old dumb luck. But I digress…you have not ruined your brother’s life-instead you have saved him from the job and other lie-related stress that was robbing him of his youth!!
February 24th, 2008 at 11:05 pm
I too remember catching more fish in a bygone era. Was it that there were more fish to be caught, or in my youth did I have more time to spend in the pursuit of fish. Thank you for your kind words; I feel better knowing that I have saved another lost soul and untold numbers of jobs at tackle shops everywhere.