Sportingagent.com blog-TROUT Fish and Thanks to my Dad!

Trout, Brown or Rainbow, sometimes we forget about this fantastic sport, especially on the fly. I can remember like it was yesterday, I was around 11-12 fishing the upper reaches of North Mills River in the Blue Ridge mountains of North Carolina. My dad a few weeks earlier we had went to a Trout Unlimited, fly casting day for kids, but as of yet I still had not caught a wild trout in mountain river. I had missed a few, and caught plenty of trees in the process, but my dad was really good and kept right on saying, "your doing the right things, the fish are hitting the fly, you get him one day!" The way me and my dad used to fish was, we would take turns on the holes, if I fished this hole, he had the next and so on. Well, as I came up to this hole, wasn't very big, typical WNC trout river, I cast the tail end of the pool....nothing. So my next cast was up to the head of the pool, right where the bubbles stopped, fly "Quill Gordon" fly rod, a cheap Eagle claw fiberglass rod. The fly floated down about a foot and BAM, the trout took the fly, this time and did not try to rip its lip off, and just lifted the rod, and we as on...This was of course before digital cameras, before disposable cameras, and my mum was the only to use our camera, but I wish I had taken a pic. cause from that day on I absolutely love dry fly fishing for trout!! It is amazing and if it wasn't for my dad, who is an amazing dry fly fisherman in his own right, and getting me hooked into fishing, no telling where I would be now. We had many years of going fishing, and most of the time he caught more fish, but he is suppose to he is DAD. So to all the Fathers that have got someone into fly fishing, I salute you and if I forget, HAPPY FATHERS DAY!