A few rather pathetic forays in 2012 were enough to get me addicted to fly fishing. I've enjoyed fishing since I was a kid, but I was always in awe of fly fishermen when I happened to see them at my neighborhood creek. To me there was something magical to fly casting and the fact that fly fishermen could catch trout consistently and seemingly effortlessly while I never even drew a strike with my baited hook did little to dispel this notion.
Fast forward 15-20 years and I find myself living in upstate New York, just a quick drive from some of the most famous streams in American fly fishing history. The minute we decided to move our family here, learning to fly fish became the goal. But how does one go about learning to fly fish with no prior experience, no mentor, and no idea where to start?
As I write this opening entry, I'm already a couple of months, 2 classes, several weekly outings, and 3 lovely fish (and a few little guys) into trout season. I've grown in leaps and bounds as a fly fisherman, and yet I'm barely a fingerling. My hope is that this blog will serve as reference and help me keep track of information and experiences, good and bad. And who knows, maybe it will help someone else in a similar situation.
Art Flick recommended keeping stream journal on a small notebook to make note of important things like water temperatures and hatch times throughout the year. Well, perhaps this is 2013's version.
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