Fishing is a time when I acknowledge that I am not different from the world, and that I am a part and parcel of the whole. I am not greater than the stones in the stream or the fish I hunt.
This part of the world, here in the Pacific Northwest, the Snoqualmie Valley, is amazing because it is so crowded with life. The environment is so welcoming - lots of water, enough sun, and not too cold in the winter. A strong contrast with the other side of the cascades where the ground is often bare between the trees.
The next day we take a drive over by Throp in Eastern Washington to a small creek that only sees a little sun in the winter - lying on the cool north side of the ridge.
I am grateful for so many things -the there where I have been in the past, and the there - where I trust that it all shall remain in the future, but mostly for the now where I am. - and here's the good part - the now is always.
Here I am at the young age of maybe 40ish... with a Jack in Florida. Why do I get a different reaction to this picture than the one below? What a nice tan, eh?
I am standing in the boat with my guide years ago and saying, I’m not one of those people who say I don’t care if I catch any fish or not, I just love being outdoors. I wanna catch fish. He laughs and replies - most of those people are lying.
I first started fly fishing in NY state sometime around 1985 ... mostly I fish in the Snoqualmie Forks -- very small trout but very fun to catch and release. I'm pretty much a home river person - that being said I've had a few fishing adventures. Currently I'm trying some new places on both sides of the Cascades.