“Be patient and calm – for no one can catch fish in anger.” – Herbert Hoover
Posts Tagged ‘Fishing
One of the enjoyable subsets of fly fishing is fly tying. Learning to tie and fish your own creations…and that attract fish. There are, it seems, a gazillion fly patterns out there. Really there are a few hundred patterns and many derivations of a single pattern. It is part of the exploratory/creative process of fly tying to change up patterns and to adapt patterns to new materials and successful experimentations.
Of course, perhaps he took the dames fishing too! I think so.
As an aside, if you are going to introduce someone to fly fishing, or any outdoor pursuit, introduce them with the basic appropriate gear: clothing, shoes, etc. Keep them comfortable, safe and able to enjoy the beginnings of the endeavor. Oh, and be patient. Nothing can ruin a special moment like your impatience or outbursts. I don’t imagine Clark allowed the little miss to become too uncomfortable for long.
There is something that draws my attention in nature and that is signs of disruption, chaos, change, growth amidst decline. Similar to the rustic decay in an urban setting, but the outdoor scenario is set in the most comfortable appealing setting for me. I am, dare I say, at one with these settings. At peace, centered and observant. For some it is a jumbled shoreline with snags, rattlesnakes gnarly trees and some water. For me it is a dozens (or more) little habitats/homes/hideouts; unique rock formations, twisted trees and an inhospitable texture that challenges my presence. All manner of critters inspect my presence. Most I don’t even see. I like that. Of course, if I happen to be wetting a line while taking all this in…well then that is the whole enchilada.
I have this quirk: I try to avoid power lines, light poles, and such when staging a shot. There are times I will crop a shot to escape the lines, poles and signs of mankind. I don’t often do people, street life, urban chaos etc. I have considered doing more urban stuff but short of abandoned buildings, decay and such, I just don’t relate that often to what I see around me. Nature beckons, gardens beckon, mountains, trees, rivers and lakes. Throw a person into that mix and I struggle to feel it….unless it is someone I know.
Sometimes the intrusion of people and things fly in the face of the overall scene.