I was in a medically induced high as I left from the recovery room a few
short weeks ago. Doctors stood over my bed with a weird smile. They
were happy for two reasons. I was cleared of cancer and they had seen a
extremely rare tumor, the kind they have never seen, nor would see
again.
Thus started my two weeks of rehab.
My second day
into recovery, a sick joke appeared on my door step. A Sage 5wt fly
rod and Bauer reel. What was I to do? Lay in bed? No, load up on pain
killers and go fishing of course.
A few days later, a box of
fly tying materials was delivered. One of the few purchases I made
right after tax season. Even though I have had no formal training, I
figured it was time to give it a go. I had not iced a fish in 20 years
and I had a great ice fishing season, why not try fly fishing!
With a few tips from the guys at ColoradoMountainFishing, I had turned some really ugly flies into some winners. In fact, most of the fish I have caught have been from my own vise.
My first fly. Ugly.
The last fly I tied this evening. A great success after two weeks of teaching myself how to tie.
I
have tried my flies on highly pressured urban ponds, urban streams and a
few high mountain waters. What a ride the last few weeks have been!
If you think it is too hard, you are completely wrong. Like anything
in life, it just takes a little bit of motivation. Failure is an
option, but success cannot be achieved without trying.
This blog originally was posted on FishExplorer.com.
The last fly I tied this evening. A great success after two weeks of teaching myself how to tie.
