“If fishing is a religion, then fly fishing is its high church.” -Tom Brokaw
There is something about fly fishing that tends to draw people in. No other outdoor pursuit seems to so closely blur the lines between art and sport. More so than conventional fishing, it inspires a certain type of fanaticism that leads to a lifetime pursuit of perfection. For starters, there is the fly rod which comes in at nine feet long and is loaded with a heavy line. Mastering the fly cast allows you to wield the rod like a brush painting elegant loops in the air. At the end of each series of loops, the fly is placed perfectly on the river.

Even if you begin to get a grasp on your fly cast and learn the basics of fly selection, you still have to locate the fish. You must understand how the water moves around a certain rock or a bend in the river. Each step in the process of fly fishing is a brick in the foundation and completing the structure means convincing a wary fish to take the fly. Then the real challenge begins. Your reel clicks frantically as the fish swims towards freedom taking out as much line as possible. To successfully land the fish you must know how to play it on the line and be able to tire it out while slowly stripping in the line by hand.

Fly fishing can be an expensive pursuit. It requires patience, time, and a commitment to learning and seeking out knowledge. Becoming a great fly fisherman is the sum of mastering a series of small operations and stringing them together to achieve success. Often success means a pleasant day on a calm river casting your line and never hooking a fish. There are plenty of great ways to easily catch fish these days. Fly fishing is not always one of them. At the end of the day, it is about enjoying the journey and striving for a fleeting perfection. Every once in a while though, when it all comes together and you land that beautiful speckled trout, you are left with a great feeling of connectedness. The rod, the river, the fly, the trout, and you—all merge into one. Then, to quote Norman Maclean, “a river runs through it.”
