All manner of life’s demands sometimes, often times, stand between this sweet obsession of fly fishing and our needs to be at ease. At ease with that part of us that feels certain fulfilling thoughts as we are in the act of fishing.
Probably different for many as to what they feel or process while fishing, but I am today considering what you think and feel when not fishing….when you are not likely to get out for anytime soon and the mind twitches through sequences of thought.
For me, my Winter’s effort at tying set there, in boxes, as a provocation. That effort, the anticipation, the planning are on hold. Yet, those repetitive efforts to tie flies were also tied to daydreams, images of successes and a preordained sense of satisfaction. Denied those successes the mind sputters along. There is not gleeful anticipation, but more like an annoying comparison of what was and what is now…like that irritating back or shoulder pain that begs comparisons of what was and what is now.
For me presentation and anticipation, akin to some seduction, are running through my mind. Like that sexy picture that can be seen but never touched. One has to believe that some day one will feel the fantasy and the reality come back together….soon. Life interrupts………this too shall pass.