About three years ago, I was introduced to fly fishing, and I have been addicted since. How did this addiction come about, you ask? I have always loved the outdoors, so automatically I’m a fisherman at heart. I usually always used a spinner rod or a bait caster when going fishing, though.
One afternoon during the Summer, a couple of my friends invited me to go fishing with them, and they were inviting a guy that I had never met before; his name was Clay. Clay used a fly rod that day, and I was so intrigued by how it looked like it felt when there was a fish on the end of his line, so I went to Cabela’s and bought myself a beginner fly rod setup that next weekend.
It was actually extremely difficult for me to use my new fly rod, and I was really discouraged because I had spent a couple hundred dollars on it, and Clay made it look so easy when I saw him use it. I wasn’t casting the same as he was, and I definitely wasn’t catching any fish. It was making me feel really bummed out. I would cast in my front yard, then go to the water and catch nothing day after day, so I was extremely disappointed that I has spent so much money on something that I was horrible at. So, how am I obsessed with this sport if I was so bad at it?
After about three weeks of failure using this fly rod, I finally decided that I was going to stop feeling bad for myself. I woke up extremely early on a Monday morning (skipping my college classes that day- this just shows how dedicated I was to catching a fish), and went to Nolan Creek right in Belton. I told myself that I was not going to leave until I taught myself how to catch a fish on this rod. Let me tell you, I spent hours in the water….
After about five hours of getting caught on the trees and catching sticks, I finally caught a fish. It was a largemouth bass and I caught it on a baitfish pattern. I cannot even explain to you how rewarding it was to finally catch a fish. Even though it was small enough to fit in the palm of my hand, that fish made me so happy.
The feeling that I got when fighting that fish on my fly rod was so awesome, and that’s what got me addicted. Catching fish is cool any way, but catching even the smallest fish on a fly rod is 100x cooler on a fly rod. If that itty-bitty fish made me happy, imagine how excited larger fish make me!
I hope that each and every one of you can find something that makes you as happy as catching fish on a fly rod makes me!