A Fly Fishing Trip To France...
Thanks to Bold Boy
I love fly fishing!
There's nothing like catching a trout with a self made fly against the sun
set.
I remember how it all started for me...
As a boy my dad showed me how to catch fish, and I caught my share of pike
and other fish after
school.
When we went to France on a holiday we ended up at a camping site, nearby a
fast streaming river.
I noticed some guys with long fishing rods and thick lines making strange
moves over the water.
Their lines looked weird, and the bait appeared to be a bunch of feathers
after a close inspection.
The funny thing was that they actually caught one trout after the other.
That made me very curious, and a pain in the a** of the French who were
fishing there for sure.
But I had to know what they were doing, I'd never seen this way of fishing
before.
I had saved up some money from a summer job, and went to a local sport
fishing shop with my dad.
I bought a fly fishing rod, a reel, a line, some leaders and flies, and some
oil to keep the
flies floating... I was ready to catch trout - lots of trout- and I didn't
of course.
Fly fishing is not something you learn in a day or so, but what did I know
:)
Meanwhile my younger brother was complaining that he wanted to start fly
fishing too, and my
father took a long branch of a tree, tied some rope to the end, and a leader
and a fly...
Now he was "fly fishing" too!
Of course he caught a very big trout that very first evening with his branch
and rope, and I
didn't catch a single one that summer with a fly.
(I had better luck with other bait, we had plenty trout on the BBQ that
summer).
Anyway, that's how I started fly fishing. I don't do it as often as I would