Posted on October 20 2008
Some of my greatest memories fly fishing have been while "guiding friends". I don't pretend to be any kind of expert but there is a wonderful satisfaction to standing side by side in a river, seeing through the glare, and pointing out a feeding trout.
Whether it be the first cast or an hour later trying to fly feed a fish it's all good times. The conversation that flows back and forth, the anticipation as a trout fins over to look at the passing fly, or from time to time a rise or wink and the line goes tight. Two friends are left laughing together as a trout is slid into the waiting net to soon be released.
The guide's job is complete.
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| (Photo - Michael Boward) |
Whether it be the first cast or an hour later trying to fly feed a fish it's all good times. The conversation that flows back and forth, the anticipation as a trout fins over to look at the passing fly, or from time to time a rise or wink and the line goes tight. Two friends are left laughing together as a trout is slid into the waiting net to soon be released.
The guide's job is complete.
