Fly-Fishing

I watched while you effortlessly cast your fly-line upon the calmer water of the river, presenting your imitation delicacy to the eager yet unsuspecting trout. The colored line flowing back and forth over your head caught the sun's light dancing about. The line swayed for a while in the air, then gently lay upon the meandering river. I watched the imitation fly float upon the drifting water and then slowly it was brought back to its patient giver.

Once more you made the yards of colored fly-line sway in the air, back and forth, back and forth with synchronized rhythm and fashion. It looked just like poetry in motion, this art of fly-fishing that is your passion. Gently, again and again the fly lands on the water, as baiting, calmly it floats down river, as if it is proudly waiting. Then at once this time it is seized by the unsuspecting trout that let itself be teased. The fly rod was arched from the weight of the prize, and you gave it more line to run, then the trout's instinct to fight for its freedom had now sportingly begun.

You played it for a while until the trout had tired, then gently brought it to the bank and briefly held it in your hand. You smiled at the Rainbow's colors, then carefully released it back to the depths of its river wonderland. The Rainbow swam away not to be fooled again that day, but maybe tomorrow, teased only more by the flies you so artfully tied. Yet how could the trout know the flies would taunt them so, by expert presentation of imitation morsels made from fur and feathers that you had dyed?

There has to be something to this sport, but I shall call an art. The ease in which you cast your line and present the fly, tells me this has to be the love of your heart. I can now understand the significance of taking up this artful sport of your father's - as it speaks of serenity and silence, a place to think by one's self and cast thy worries upon the waters.

I love the rhythmic beauty of casting, the fly touching gently upon the water, a rainbow trout for the wishing. And I guess the challenge of tempting a fish by craft is just an added pleasure for one who loves fly-fishing.

emera