Our daughter just left, heading back to college. There is an empty space now. With that special energy and humor she swirled in and lifted all spirits…then she left…again. Such is life. Many are not so fortunate to have their children visit anymore for all manner of reasons.
I’m not sure if you have ever noted Southeastern Europe’s fly fishing opportunities. The images and beauty always seem intriguing and inviting. Well, there is a significant body of work that points to this region’s inhabitants as the earliest practitioners of fly fishing…like way back.
I like to revisit this site now and the Fly Fishing History site now and then to recenter on the sport. We seem to immerse ourselves in some OCD manner with every possible aspect of the sport except the most basic fish-fly-presentation. Thinking of the ancient’s gear and flies makes one wonder how complex we have to be over this endeavor. In fact, I only have to picture myself 50 years ago with an old Sears & Roebuck glass rod (Ted Williams’ Special…the baseball great was an avid fly fisher) and one or two flies. Those recollections lit the pilot light that continues to burn and motivate me to this day.
Anyway, give the history site a review and note the history of this sport began somewhere in those canyons of Macedonia, Bulgaria, Greece. (Additional Info) I wonder if there were ancients that fly fished but failed to write about their solving the puzzle. I bet there were.
