Fly Fishing is quite an art, watching someone who has done this for ten years or more. The fly line snakes back and forth over their head it looks like it is slow motion, as they let out more and more line. They are able to place a hook, anywhere they please with precision and getting a cast of twenty to thirty feet and more depending on stream size.
Well then there was me, line out over my back hooked in my vest, hooked in a willow tree, or the tall timothy grass behind me. Then letting the line go and it falls five feet in front of me. I finally did get the hang of it but the casting distance was nothing to write home about. We had a lot of laughs at my learning to Fly Fish. I did catch my first fish actually two on a fly rod what a blast. My fish were a whapping four inches long. Martin caught about fifteen fish, five to ten inches long. It looks like I need a lot more practice. Glad I choose this as a UBBT requirement.
Wading up and down a cool Alberta stream catching Arctic Grayling is something to behold, the silence broken by water running over the rocks, a fish jumping, a crow, raven or a whiskey jack. It really is nature at it best.
Sifu Hayes
www.silentriverkingfu.com Stony Plain, Alberta, Canada
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