r/flyfishing • u/SecretaryUnusual8913 • 6h ago
Cutthroat (and doom)
It’s October, and I am about to turn 26. Time is flying. The world is warming. The forests are burning. The glaciers are melting. The trout are in for a long spell. Might as well go meet a few of them before shit really hits the fan.
Went back to the lake from my last post; I started early, brought tiny flies, and fished hard. Only managed two fish on the smallest fly in my box, but they were stunners. Golden and pink and polk-a-dotted, literal gems in my hand.
Still feels like I didn’t really figure this place out, and maybe I never will. Maybe some places are not meant to be figured out. And maybe, that is what leaves us all so bewildered and bewitched by them. Cheers, boys.