It’s said a “bad day fishing is still better than a good day of work”. These days I seem to spend a lot more time in the office than out on the river, but it does make those trips that much more special.
I grew up chasing steelhead across Oregon with Kevin, one of my best friends from college. We where never all that successful but it didn’t seem to matter; we were skipping class, out on the water and enjoying each others company. Roll the calendar forward… a lot, and nothing much has changed.
We still don’t have a lot of success but we do drive better trucks that get us to more secluded fishing spots. Fiberglass poles have been replace by hand made bamboo spay rods that Kevin builds in his shop from canes he brought over from china. And we still enjoy each others company on a river casting a fly.
A bad fishing, is only bad if you can’t remember why you go out on the water in the first place. And for me… it not about the fish!