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Fly Fishing By Tammy With,
Wyoming
I’ve been fishing since
the day I was big enough
to hold the rod. My father,
an avid fisherman,
towed me around with
him all my childhood in
his little aluminum boat
fishing for bluegill and
panfish. I spent a great
deal of my childhood
riding around Mitchell’s
Bay in my bathing suit
and lifejacket. My father
would throw me overboard with a rope
and I’d float along merrily beside the
boat. But my favourite part was always
being with my dad.
My father is a special kind of
fisherman. He is a fly fishman. Like
most of his kind he has spent many
years teaching himself how to cast.
Sometimes he would even practice
casting in our backyard with a cork on
the end and I would pretend to be a fish
and grab his line. It was something I
found more amusing than he did, but
it provided me with hours of fun. He
even makes his own flies, something he
has developed quite a talent for over the
years.
I, however, had my own method of fly
fishing as a child.
See, I was a pretty excitable child,
and when I would hook a fish I would
get very excited. So excited I would
pull the fish clear out of the water and
through the air to the other side of the
boat. Usually I would flip it back and
forth across the boat a few times before
tossing it into the boat.
On one trip, we came
across a boat full of men
who stopped to talk to
my father. The men sat
and talked for what felt
like forever, so I decided
to put my line back in the
water. After only a few
minutes I had a fish on.
Like any kid, I didn’t care
at all that my father was
busy, and I didn’t care
about what those men
thought of my expert fishing technique.
With a flick of the wrist I had that fish
up in the air and on the other side of the
boat. The men let out a roar of laughter.
I didn’t care, I just kept going, flipping
the fish back and forth across the boat.
My poor embarrassed father grabbed
my rod and brought it in, then sent me
back to the water. Again, moments later
I hooked another one, and off it flew
through the air like a majestic bird. The
men could barely contain themselves.
This went on and on. I must have caught
10 fish in the time my father visited
with these men. Each time my father
would come rescue the poor fish and
put it in the live well. We fished all day
like that, until our well was overflowing
with flying fish.
I don’t fish like that anymore, but
I still look forward to every summer
when I can sit on a dock and exchange
words with my father. Some of my best
memories are beside the water with
my dad. I think he likes it too, although
I’m sure he’s glad I learned how to do it
correctly.
P A G E 8 “Elementary, my dear Watson.” -The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, 1939