Man, y'all are bringing back fond memories of my childhood and growing up years! My dad was an avid fly fisher and he hardly ever went fishing without taking the "kid" along. We fished many of the clear water creeks and streams in Central and North Central PA , some that had cool Indian names, many of which emptied into the Susquehanna River which ran by our little town of Rockville where I was born. I can remember the very first thing he would always do when we got wherever we chose to fish that morning, he would walk down the bank of the stream and study the water. If there was a hatch on the water, he would open the back of our station wagon and drag out his tying board, metal box of goodies, and vise and start matching that hatch. He was fast and good and we would be in possession of 2 or 3 flies apiece in hardly any time! I can still remember the excitement and the thrill as I waited, rod in hand, for him to get that first fly tied. Then he would hand that fly to me and I would tie that "secret" knot that dad showed me while he worked on the next fly. I would dope up that fly and overhand cast it through the air to dry the dope so it would float good and picture in my mind the trophy trout I was going to catch with that fly that morning! I never did catch a trophy trout but I still have the dream to this day.
I lost my dad in 1983, my buddy and my fishing companion. ............. I still miss him.
Sorry, Dave, didn't mean to wander so far off track.
Addendum:
The one outstanding thing that sticks in my mind about fly fishing is the fact that nothing in fly fishing is rushed! It is a totally relaxing pass time and everything, every move is studied and planned and executed with precision and time. I hadn't thought about the very good times I had in the past with a fly rod in my hand in many years. We all seem to get caught up in the fervor of our lives and forget some of those little things that made life so enjoyable for us.
Thank you all for that memory jog.