Before I spill this whole story, I want to extend a thank you to everyone for the great messages and emails over the last few days. I publish daily articles because I am grateful to be able to share a few things I have learned in the last ten years of stillwater fly fishing, not because I want to become famous in the fishing world or act like I invented the wheel. Now let’s get down to how the fishing trip that flipped my whole world upside down.
Last June my wife-to-be Kymmy and I set off for one last stillwater trip before shipping off until late October for another season of guiding and lodge work in remote British Columbia. Our mid-day arrival was followed by a flurry of great fishing before we headed in for dinner and a fire. Trips like this are special for us when both of our schedules line up.
I woke up with the sun the next morning, spending a few hours tying chironomids and drinking coffee at the picnic table in our site. Mornings like this really bring the whole experience together and are a good reminder that it’s not always about the fish. Kymmy and I set off around ten o’clock in the morning after a good breakfast to have another go at it.