The end of another day and there are a few more to go before I get the chance to go fly fishing again. Constraints bind us all to the daily grind we have to endure to get to a point where we can be free. Sometimes the desire becomes to much and I succumb and go wade the river for a few hours just too quench thirst I have to cast a fly. Even when the conditions dictate that most sensible people would be indoors in the dry and warmth, I have to be at the water's edge learning to deal with whatever nature throws at me. Lightning is the only thing that stop's my pursuit of fly fishing and casting perfection, but that just gives me more time to perfect my fly tying...
At what point dose a healthy passion become an obsession?
1 comment:
My sentiments exactly.....
Apart from the fact that if it was that cold I would be tucked up indoors sitting ON the woodburner tying flies...!
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