That was the Monday morning remark of a co-worker of mine after telling her that I hadn't fished over the weekend. She seemed rather appalled. I laughed it off, but I knew she was right.
|Post-funk brown from new water. Photo by Ben Pierce.|
A couple of recent solo outings were enjoyable, but they were a great reminder of just how much I enjoy the camaraderie of fellow anglers. Some of my best friendships have been forged on the water, so there's that.
The never-ending learning curve of fly fishing holds great appeal. The time spent communing and connecting with Ma Nature, in some of her most beautiful haunts is certainly a factor. But perhaps more than anything else, I'm realizing that my continued interest in fly fishing is rooted largely in exploration of new water.
|There's a lot to explore out there.|