I'm going to disagree with a few of the comments about fly-fishing's relationship to "beauty" or "solitude" or "scenery." First of all, there's no reason to assume that a flyfisher is inherently more predisposed to the mythologizing of A River Runs Through It et al. This is insulting to the flyfisher. Flyfishing is a means to catch fish, and while we can study the relevant socioeconomic data and come to some conclusions about education, income, etc, I'm guessing the bottom line has more to do with where the fish are at. For us urban folks in Seattle, the fish are at the Duwamish. Whether stacked up at a natural barrier in a pristine canyon or in a channelized shipping lane, anglers will take advantage of such quirks in a run. To say it's unsporting strikes me as somewhat dishonest. Is it unsporting to fish for huge rainbows and browns stacked up below a tailwater? Lastly, while I deplore the sort of environmental havoc visited upon Seattle's waterway in the last century, it also has its own peculiar beauty, part of which is wrapped up in the democratic nature of the fishery: newly arrived immigrants lining the riprap, Boeing workers on lunchbreak, high-tech zillionaires whiizzing by on yachts. And the scenery: barges, trash compactors, cranes, container ships. It's a crazy 21st century scene. I've fished it for the past week and enjoyed myself immensely. I also enjoyed my float through the Black Canyon of the Gunnison this summer, a trip that is quite simply out of reach for most.