Can Anyone Learn to Fly Fish?
My brother is stuck in his sea fishing ways and absolutely refuses to fly fish with me, but reluctantly agrees to “watch” me do some fly fishing. My hope is that I can inspire him into giving it a go, but after catching a few, he says he wants to go home! Eventually, it becomes clear that he has very little confidence in casting a fly, so we head out for the evening rise and I go along simply to help him.
My brother Will has fished with me since childhood. Crabbing grockles to rock pool specialists. Peddle pushing and bussing to suburban village ponds; trains to trot rivers for chub in the country, or into the capital city to leger prawns for reservoir rainbows. Then the freedom of cars to venture out, stay out, and catch 'proper' carp. We moved west in adulthood and embraced beach fishing, but our paths began to split. My interest in lure, fly and kayak grew stronger, while Will became increasingly obsessed by big bass. He's done the odd little bit of fly fishing on and off over the years with borrowed kit, but over the last decade he has barely touched a fly rod at all. The same can be said of me regarding my beach casters. We still fish together - mostly on rivers over winter, but your fishing buzz is like your favourite music. You can't help but want others to love it as much as you do. So...I dragged him along to my fly fishing club last week in the hope that it might reignite an old flame (that I wasn't entirely sure was there). He didn't want to touch a fly rod and he definitely didn't want a mic or camera pointing at him. This time though, I give him little choice. Yes its about the fish, but more often than not, it's as much about the moments shared.
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