My grandfather passed along the knowledge and art of fly fishing to my father. My brother and I were lucky enough to have this wonderful hobby passed down to us.
Grandpa fished to bring food home and find solace away from the ship yards. My father fly fished to experience the art and immerse himself in nature.
For my brother and I, we didn’t need to bring fish home for the family. We appreciate the art of fly fishing and enjoy connecting with nature. But we’re also part of the new generation of fly fishers.
Catch and release, protection of our natural resources, and technical fly fishing are our calling cards. We have as much fun experimenting with new techniques and looking over our gear as we do on the river. And while we never mastered the same talent for the arts that our father did, we believe in fly fishing as an art.
My forefathers hail from the generation of purism: swinging wet flies or placing delicate dry flies upon the surface with a smooth 10 o’clock to 2 o’clock motion. Fishing a dropper or placing a strike indicator are almost heresy, and yet there is still so much to learn from the traditional ways. My father can out-fish anyone with his precise casting and 6th sense for the slightest tug in his line. Meanwhile, my brother and I push the limits of fly fishing and mix our purist foundation with newer techniques like Czech nymphing, side casting, non-toxic split shot, and tricked out flies that look more at home in a toy chest than in my father’s fly box.
I’m an avid, 3rd generation fly fisherman and this is my story.