Thursday, March 12, 2015
Stay Who You Are
As I started to write this post I recognized the instant hypocrisy. I am as guilty as anyone for downplaying trout. My instagram feed is nothing but intruders, my thoughts are of nothing else for a good portion of the year, and the views are substantially higher with every mention of steelhead and other more popular fish. For some reason unless you're on the other side of the world doing it, trout aren't sexy.
I don't know why that is, and frankly I don't think I'm going to do anything about it, but as the days get long and the rivers thaw, the locals are all I can think about. All it took was randomly flipping through one pic of a rainy spring day to jog the memory. While far away shots at swung steelhead are often in my mind, there is a reason I live where I do. Throwing flies to rising trout is still the pinnacle of fly fishing to me, and living where that is THE thing to do couldn't be better.
The memories of hiking mountain streams, getting carried by the back of my waders across the big rivers, and all the while trying to understand what was going on underneath is what my summers consisted of after age 12. Maybe it's the lifetime of fishing for them that has ingrained trout into me, but I get as fired up every spring about it as the last. Soon they'll be looking up, and the reason a few of us live year round in the middle of nowhere pays off. It cannot come soon enough.