When I went to the river this morning I definitely went with a better attitude. It was a good thing I did because I was tested almost immediately (snags, thorns, etc.) but I really didn't get flustered.
So I was casting and doing nicely (thank you very much) and putting the Wooly Bugger all over the place. I wore my LL Bean boots (water proof but not designed for fly-fishing) and stood in the sandy bottom of the river.
This is where it gets comical......I am casting and retrieving when I get a hit. I try to pull in the line and my feet are stuck in the sand/mud. I fall and the line goes slack and the fish is off. Again this would have been great material for America's Funniest Videos. Instead of being mad I had a good laugh at my own expense because I couldn't of staged a better set up.
I don't know how much time went by but I was casting to where that guy caught the rainbow yesterday when the line goes tight. My bass fishing instincts kicked in and I believe I put way to much pressure on the line and off went my Wooly Bugger, tippet and leader. I was thrilled that a fish was on the end of my line and I was attempting to bring it to shore. Believe it or not I was not disappointed because all of those frustrating moments were in the past. I became a fly-fisherman at that moment.
Make no mistake about it that I will be bass fishing and striper fishing this summer but today I add fly-fisherman to the resume.