Why do we flyfish? This is not a definitive piece. Just some random thoughts based on a odd moment driving down the road this morning listening to the radio, that got me to thinking. The guy on the radio was waxing philosophical about getting in touch with a simpler you and said something that provided me an epiphany of sorts (Epiphany, the sudden realization) about what I feel about flyfishing, life in general and how out of touch we can be. The radio guy said can you for an instant or a day rid your mind of all the have to’s, must’s and should’s? Could you recall that simpler creative time as a child on Summer break when you played and imagined all sorts of things? That right there grabbed me. Imagination, playing, make believe. All seemed possible, real or not. Self imposed limits had not crept into the psyche. Do I have one iota of that imagination flowing forth in me of late? This blog has kindled a touch of imagination and creativity in me for sure. But, life’s limits have accumulated.
But, remember Summer and pretending and playing? There was something nice about those Summer mornings, playing in the dirt, imagining a special world full of imaginary beings, sounds (special effects you made for cars, bombs, guns, planes) and places. Remember playing? The imagination of it all. That imagining of what if’s is what connects flytying to flyfishing. The imagining of your presented creations seducing that fish. The take or hit creating ‘The Moment’ that I have written about before.
As adults we seem to flyfish as a predator, meat taker, anal problem solver, competitor, creative artist, escapist, egoist, socializer or stats accruer. I am part of all those. Adult Life (Family, Work, Money, Problems) to some degree, by necessity, distract us from the possibilities of simple, focused moments. But, I for one am going to try for even a bit, to recapture that simple, childlike imagination, that I believe ties so many facets of our piscatorial passion together. Did part of this connect you to those Summer day memories so long ago? Hope so.