We Notice Things When We Look

I’m a fly fisherman with a propensity for talking and writing. I scribble down thoughts in a fishing journal and tell my fishing stories to anyone who will listen. I’m not certain, but, I believe this need to communicate is part of the natural progression for those new to fly fishing. Not the freshly minted fly fisherman, but those on the edge, standing and looking down.


This seed of communication may also germinate from learning and practicing a time honored craft within beautiful environments, which in turn evokes the Henry David Thoreau or John Muir buried deep inside us all. With this awakening, we notice things when we look, our thoughts about nature become more focused and a general satiation for life is achieved through the natural environments we spend time fishing in.

What should a fly fisherman do upon the realization he is approaching this general state of contentment?

Sometimes I Wish...

Sometimes I wish I was born in another time.

In 1754.

I'd go drinking with old Robbie Burns.