There is nothing like the smell of the salt water. I grew up less than a mile from the Edmonds ferry dock on the Puget Sound. Summer mornings after I finished my paper route, I would grab my rod and tackle and head for the fishing dock on the waterfront. Sometimes there were as many as fifty fishermen casting from that perch. I think I went there more for the excitement than I did for the fish. So it did not disappoint me too badly when I went home day after day with no catch.
When I was older, my sister's father-in-law, Bill, taught me how to fly fish. We usually plied our talents on the Skykomish or the Green Rivers. As usually, Bill would toss the end of the rod back and forth a couple times and a fish would attach, just like a magnet. I could wave my rod all day and never catch anything.
There is a joke about a man who had a fishing friend named Bill, just like me. His friend always had fantastic catches and he had none. One day, he fished alone. After he had been casting for half a day, he noticed a fish circling and circling. Then the fish swam up to him, lifted his head out of the water and asked him where Bill was. Well, when I went fishing alone, I always expected that fish to come up to me!
There are a few articles posted to this site that you will find interesting to read - don't miss the story of the fish that got away. It is a true story.
And - you will want to read about the GuideRunner because it could make your next fly fishing expedition much easier.
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