I fish to connect. I strive, of course, to connect the fly to the fish. But also, to connect with my spiritual side, my predatory side, just more of me. Over the years, ‘me’ has blurred and faded where it shouldn’t. Fly fishing has always brought degrees of clarity.
Fly fishing is observation, exploration and movement. While I take a place in my ‘chapel’ I settle in and look about. I say my prayers and attempt to become at one with beauty, with the purpose, with my place in all this. It is so much easier there.
Yes, I love the big fish…the fine specimen. But, I marvel at the little gems as well that lay across your palm waiting for the hook’s removal. I will admit to a hierarchy of preferred fish, but I enjoy them all and would love to expand the variety some day.
I am predominantly a Catch and Release fly fisher. Wild is sacred. Hatchery more often than not gets a pass because beyond a little salmon, sturgeon, halibut & fish and chips, I don’t eat much fish. Do I kill fish? Yes, rarely. Coming back from Sitka, I’ve got the freezer box full of a little bit of Kings, Silvers, Sea Bass and Halibut. Notice I said a little bit. I’ve brought too much fish home before. Even after giving lots away and eating some, I still ended up with freezer burned fish. That is a waste. I just don’t feel the urge to kill a few fish, gut them and fry them up. I did as a kid, but stopped along the way after I’d kill the first fish and then not catch another one all day or the next. Seemed unnecessary, silly even. The put ‘n take fisheries encourage such nonsense.
I guess that, in a circuitous route, points to my ‘fish philosophy’: at peace on the water, respect for the resource, connected to self and to something bigger.
Tomorrow’s Every Day in May Challenge Topic: Achievements (The Final Day…Whew!)