folks, i may soon be in need of a 12-step program...

for flyfishing.

now, i've fished infrequently off and on for years, usually with my dad, and i've always enjoyed it tremendously. but something is different this summer. it's slowly built to a head the past 3 weeks, and now i'm reading everything i can get my hands on, learning about aquatic insects, practicing special knots, and always thinking about the next place i'll go. hell, i'm even dreaming about fishing.

on friday last week i caught a 7 inch rainbow, a 9 inch brown, and hooked into a very, very big rainbow that i promptly lost when i tried to muscle him out of the current.

this morning i woke up at 6:30 to go fishing. that's the earliest i've ever been up for fishing. ev-er.

i went to my favorite spot in town which was occupied by a couple guys who were decent with a rod but obviously didn't know how to read water because they were standing right on top of where the fish were, and casting in the wrong spot. so, i went downstream where the water runs deep and slow and there are some huge-mongous fish. unfortunately they're pretty smart, and i don't really know how to fish that kind of water very well yet. no luck down there. on my way out, i tied some tippet to my leader and put on a very small blue wing olive parachute. i then cast into a little pool above where the two tourons were, and on my third cast caught a tiny little rainbow.

though it was a tiny fish, it was satisfying because i had seen mayfly spinners on the water, and knew what i needed to use to imitate them.

this morning, i managed to outsmart a fish. sweet.