Time...
On the water, time… dissolves. Experiences loop seamlessly from past to present trips. From a trout release with a bear wading 15 feet bankside to that instant after the grab of a 30″ rainbow… an equilibrium emerges in which you blend effortlessly.
Fly fishing at its heart is not about the catch. It is a juxtaposition from the 9 to 5. Remember back to the pure unfettered wonder as a child experiencing things for the first time and you define the essence and pull of our sport.
For the lucky few, this ever present lure hatches from the very first fly caught trout and persists to the inevitable final cast.
Whether fishing remote Southwest Alaska or an urban local, the river connects you to a life outside the box. Standing mid-stream, you are a part of nature’s flow.
This blog was created for the few caught in the seam. It is for those who read for pockets with every piece of water we see. Pics and stories of trips in and around Alaska will be posted at regular intervals… a little stoppage of time out of your day to sit back and enjoy.
