Yesterday, I saw this dragonfly lying on the sidewalk. Tied it to a thin line and dropped it in still water. Made it jitter a little. The little rings around it made it look like it was struggling.
I just about know I want to get a fly rod.
I was unsuccessful trying to fish the other half of my rod. I tried for about 20 minutes. Pulled up several sticks about the same diameter.
Back to fly fishing. If you ask my kids what I like to play, they will hopefully respond "catch" (or maybe dodgeball --- I always throw). I pitched when I was in baseball. Played frisbee golf, football, basketball, yoyo, played washers, shot bbguns, slingshots... I still enjoy skipping rocks for hours. My first word was "ball". At NASA, I wrote a tutorial about a ball.
What I'm getting at is I like the *tossing* part of fishing. Landing a fly like a fly near a lily pad just seems too cool. Being out on a cool morning (eventually) in walking distance from the house, landing a bass off of a fly rod before work just seems way cool.
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