I picked up my first fly rod (a janky little 4/5 wt eagle claw that I still keep around for some reason) about 10 years ago and then promptly got distracted by youthful recklessness, booze, and girls (redundant, I know). About four years ago I started getting back into it thanks to an enthusiastic and talented friend. Now I routinely cut out of work early if the boss man isn't around to try and trick finicky Truckee River trout into eating the ugly flies I tie. Which, to my surprise, is starting to happen with more and more frequency. When I'm not fishing or tying (or reading about fishing or tying) I'm usually watching Baseball and Hockey, or chasing chukar around the mountains of Nevada.
I generally prefer to fish alone, but sometimes I'll bring this little lady along so I can blame her for spooking all the fish.
Sometimes I get lucky
Sometimes the deer don't
Sometimes I make friends
Sometimes the Stoneflies do too
And Every once in a while I go fishing in places you might not expect to find fish.
Got a little carried away, but I'm bored as sin and I think this smoke from the Rim Fire is starting to cut off the oxygen to my brain. Other than a handful of friends I have who fish, I generally avoid the fly fishing community at large like the plague, but I'm here to make an effort to stop being such a curmudgeon, because at 28 I am entirely too young for that noise. So with that, I look forward to spinning some yarn with you all. (good thing I previewed this. I might sound like an old-timey Midwesterner now, but I guess that's better than half of my sentences having "<oops>" and "*" in the middle of them. I'll have to try to remember to use my church mouth from now on)
-Zack
Hope to see you around the forum at other times than just during fires.
