Why I Fly Fish

Washington will always be there tomorrow, filled with endless nonsense and corruption. Sometimes, getting outside to commune with nature is the best way to realign.

I suppose I used to fish to see how well I could do, how many fish I could catch, how many days I could be on the river…

But the more moments I’m in the water, and the longer I spend with my friends and family out there, the more I realize I don’t come for the fish anymore

Certainly, fishing is the excuse…

The impetus for going

But I’ve come for the quiet

The stillness of my mind

To hear the water

Witness the beauty

I watched the seasons change before my eyes and it made me cognizant that I have less seasons ahead than behind me.

So I’d rather watch now;

I’ll still hope for the rise to my fly.

But being there,

In that space,

Is simply enough.