Death of the Red Quill?

 No issues since 2020? I'm surprised, but not that surprised. A lot of talkers and not many doers, it may have had its shortcomings, but really! Come on ladies and gents could someone step up to the plate. I asked for someone to start contributing to this blog, mm six years ago. Writers block, fear of being criticized, sneered at meetings!

Magic

Sometimes all its takes is some magic! Wishful thinking only works in the movies, changing course midstream will always hit a few rocks. Stay the course and of course tight lines! 

Euro-nymph, Tenkara or Traditional fly fishing

 From where I stand, far from the nearest trout stream and gathering dust, I have an opinion. Clarity of distance makes it clear of motivation. It is a question of how we define success. Was it a good outing or a bad one. Was the glass half empty or half full sorta speak!

Defining one's self importance or in plain speak, feeding that inner beast (ego) metrics are important. Like catching a lot of fish or the biggest ones. Pictures taken , fish measured and recorded and shown at meetings may be fulfilling for many. Years of catching nothing, but tree branches, random sticks and sunfish eventually frustrates even the most patient. Trying for the hard to catch phantoms is as equally frustrating. I spent years flicking flies to those ghost hiding in undercut banks and brush piles. So when a sure fire cure comes along we are all tempted.

Thoreau wrote "many men goes fishing all their lives without  not knowing that it is not the fish they are after". Fly fishing in my opinion is not the catch, but the quiet time and mindfulness. Sometimes just staring at the river and patiently waiting is therapeutic. 

So while you're out doing whatever you may think as fly fishing, pinch your barbs, take a breath and quietly enjoy!

Tight lines