Sunday, June 6, 2010

First Fish

There are a lot of firsts in life, and your first fish on a fly is a pretty cool thing. Your first probably wasn't a hog, or a pig, or a toad. You probably didn't catch it ripping streamers off the bank or matching a hatch. It was probably a sunfish caught off a dock, or maybe a chub from someplace you thought there might be a trout, and if you were lucky it was a wild bespeckled jewel from cold, clear, mountain water that ate a #16 Adams.

Matt came all the way from Virginia for his first. I think the smile says it all.

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