It's been about 35 years now since my father and grandfather put my first rod in my hand. At the age of 5 you don't realize this is something you wil be doing for the rest of your life. In between being told not to throw rocks in the river I would try to listen to what was being said for me to do. After a long trial and error period I was finally lucky enough to reel in my first fish. The overwhelming joy I felt was amazing.
Since that day I have fished for many reasons. For the last 15 years it seems that work or putting food on the table have been two of the bigger reasons. During this time I noticed that size and numbers of fish held a high importance to me, and this is probably true for most fisherman.
It was on a recent day while fishing the Lower Madison that something happened! When you work in the fly fishing industry it can be difficult to find time to spend a day on the water with a good friend. After several months of scheduling conflicts, my favorite fishing partner and I found ourselves with the same day off. We loaded our gear and dogs into the truck and headed out. No expectations in mind. It turned out to be a beautiful day and the fish were liking our fly selections.
After losing track of the time for several hours we started our hike back to the truck. It was then that I noticed something. That feeling of pure happiness! At the end of the day it wasn't the number or size of the fish we caught that mattered. It was the time shared with a friend doing something I love.
So the next time your out on the water and having a rough time of it,try and remember one thing! Why do I fish?
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