I was going through some files this morning, killing time before a meeting, and started running across some of my older fly fishing pictures. It got me thinking, I would like to see some of the pictures that were taken in the past that defined moments in your life, as related to fishing.... Im sure that collectively we have some great stories.
In the summer of 2008 (9?) I had been working in the Cascades on a wilderness PCT trail crew. Unfortunately, I suffered a fairly good knee injury towards the 3/4 mark of the season, and fell into a depression, stuck at the base camp cleaning buildings and sharpening tools for days on end was not what I was there for... at a measly stipend of a few hundred bucks a month (americorps), the job was the last thing on my mind. You see, earlier that summer fellow forum members had taken me out to a very special river, and got me a taste of the thrill of steelhead.
After learning I was not going to be able to travel to work with my crew in California for the rest of the season, I said F it, packed my car with all my gear, and drove to the river. Maybe one of the best and worse decisions I have made. Some highlights of that end of summer were catching my first steelhead, catching my first steelhead on my own, and generally being inspired.
Thanks to the WFF members who went out of there way to help me during that time. One amazing dude saw me hiked into the river as they floated by, and invited me to there camp to float with them the next day (that was an epic day to me watching you guys catch fish and apply the craft) Those are days I will likely never forget (at least until i start forgetting everything). That summer changed my course for sure, and has sense led to so many friends and adventures that I am very thankful for.
Your turn!
PS. This ice needs to melt.
Camp Life.
The trusty steed of a trout bum. A subaru and a touring bike. Sold the car, still have the bike. Passed the reel onto a friend who was poor and learning.
In the summer of 2008 (9?) I had been working in the Cascades on a wilderness PCT trail crew. Unfortunately, I suffered a fairly good knee injury towards the 3/4 mark of the season, and fell into a depression, stuck at the base camp cleaning buildings and sharpening tools for days on end was not what I was there for... at a measly stipend of a few hundred bucks a month (americorps), the job was the last thing on my mind. You see, earlier that summer fellow forum members had taken me out to a very special river, and got me a taste of the thrill of steelhead.
After learning I was not going to be able to travel to work with my crew in California for the rest of the season, I said F it, packed my car with all my gear, and drove to the river. Maybe one of the best and worse decisions I have made. Some highlights of that end of summer were catching my first steelhead, catching my first steelhead on my own, and generally being inspired.
Thanks to the WFF members who went out of there way to help me during that time. One amazing dude saw me hiked into the river as they floated by, and invited me to there camp to float with them the next day (that was an epic day to me watching you guys catch fish and apply the craft) Those are days I will likely never forget (at least until i start forgetting everything). That summer changed my course for sure, and has sense led to so many friends and adventures that I am very thankful for.
Your turn!
PS. This ice needs to melt.
Camp Life.
The trusty steed of a trout bum. A subaru and a touring bike. Sold the car, still have the bike. Passed the reel onto a friend who was poor and learning.