Easy Does It
I dig the challenge of fishing for the ever-cautious, ultra spooky, small stream trout. The sitting back in the margins and watching for activity. The careful crawling to that spot just within casting range. The unraveling of a questionably placed bow & arrow cast. The subtle take of a ruler sized fish.
But that would be another day.
Tonight I wanted it easy. I wanted to throw any random fly from my box out on the water. I wanted to wear a football t-shirt and bathing suit trunks. I wanted 3 or 4 different uglies to take a swipe upon stripping line. I wanted to make the most of my hour and a half out and about.
I'm not proud. I'm not ashamed. I just wanted to fish.