I am sorry if you have seen this already, but every time I watch it, it blows my mind. Maybe it is the fond memories of New Zealand, maybe it is that damselfly nymphs are my go to fly in still water, most likely, it is the orca like action of the trout. Enjoy:
I used to be a complainer about airlines and airplanes. I have rarely flown first class. The seats where I sit are not comfortable. The food is terrible. I have to take off my shoes and have someone look at me naked.
But then I remembered that flying is awesome. You are travelling over 500 miles per hour while being served food and drinks. Are you kidding me? That is amazing. 120 years ago, planes did not really exist. How long would it take to get from Seattle to London?
I tried a couple of different methods. The first in New Zealand and the second in Brazil.
Big ones, small ones, fast ones, slow ones. I was having a discussion with someone today that reminded me how much I love water. We were talking about how water can be calming and lower your heart rate. It got me thinking about how many rivers I have seen in my life. I am very lucky to have experienced so many of them.
Brazil before runoff.
Brazil after runoff.
Now this last picture is one of my favorite rivers in the world. This is where I caught my first big trout on a dry fly. On a cicada. During an amazingly clear, beautiful, summer day in New Zealand.
Thank you to everyone that has helped me share these experiences on the river. Fishy Steve, you ruined me.