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It was probably my grandfather that taught me
how to fly fish. I don't really recall but I know
that the only time I would pick up a fly rod as
a kid was when I was fishing Rocky Mountain creeks
with him. Other times my grandfather and I would
be using our spinning rods to try and catch our
fish. Since those days as a teenager I have learned
a lot about fishing, especially fly fishing.
After I got my drivers license my fishing took
on a whole new approach. I had freedom to go and
fish wherever I wanted to. My fishing buddy and
I would explore all the spots we knew of. We almost
always took just our spinning rods. We were young
and didn't know better. There were many years
that we knew it wasn't fishing we were doing,
it was biting. We didn't hope to catch a fish,
we just hoped for a bite, one bite, that wasn't
much to ask for. We caught a fish here and there
but never had that much luck. My luck was about
to change.
 A
few years later the father of a friend of mine
got a new fly rod. He didn't do much fishing but
still ended up with a nice new expensive fly rod.
His wife and daughter one day convinced the two
of us to go fishing together. Seeing that I couldn't
ever turn down the opportunity to fish we headed
out. We didn't have to go far since there was
a pond about a quarter mile from his house. When
we got there I had a choice to make. Would I fish
with my spinning rod or would I use my fly rod
since my friend's father was using his fly rod.
Typically I would have used my spinning rod since
it was a pond and not a river but since he was
using his new fly rod I decided to use mine too.
I didn't know at the time how much my life was
about to change because of the decision I had
made.
 The
two of us started to fish this pond and within
a few minutes I had a nice bluegill on the end
of my line. I had decided to fish a dry fly since
that was all I really knew to use with a fly rod.
I would twitch the fly across the surface or watch
it underneath if it started to sink. This was
enough to entice about a dozen fish to my fly
in the course of an hour.
Until this day I never had a day that I caught
more than a couple of fish, and now I had caught
a dozen in an hour. I was converted. From that
day forward I have never turned back to my spinning
rod. My fly rod is the only option I have, it's
the only rod I need.
My spinning rod sits at my parents house where
I left it years ago, my fly rod is in the back
of my car.
Author - MIKE
Date - 5/21/02
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