Gentle Art of Fly Fishing
The last gift I received from my Mum, before she passed away in 1997 at the age of 72,was a Fly Fishing rod, reel, special ’fly’ line, along with casting lessons.
An all-encompassing gift, which to me it has become much more; it’s a Legacy that has opened the door for a lifetime of special days for me.
My Mum must have remembered the fun I had experienced fishing as a young boy 45years before!
I caught my first fish in the late 1950’s. Since then, fishing has held a fascination for me, all my life. Why or how I don’t know; it doesn’t seem to have come from the genes.
Dad was a top class Rugby player, scratch golfer and a very capable cricketer but had no time for fishing.
He thought this ‘phase’ would quickly pass.
No chance I was bitten by the bug.
I started humbly with a long bamboo stick with a line tied directly on one end and a hook attached the other. Such was my passion, I created a company supplying hand tied flies to fellow anglers, Fish4Flies.
So much of your fishing time is gently absorbed watching Mother Nature in action quietly from the bankside; giving me feeling of peace and well being.
Music may soothe the savage beast, but fishing ‘calms the soul’. Roger.D
These days I still fly fish not just for Trout, also for Carp.
– thanks Mum, you got your boy back…