Each Chance, Best Chance

 

Sometimes in my excitement to get my fly on the water, I rush things.  This past week, while fishing some small streams at high altitude, I consciously worked on slowing things down.  My goal was to make each chance the best chance.

 

In my rush, which really feels like my work life and city life, I neglect to do the things that make my trip to the river so rewarding (and necessary) in the first place.  When I am hurrying, I don’t take the time to read the river and consider my approach.  I’m not stealthy;  I’m storming the bank to reach a hole.  When I’m hurrying, I won’t take the few seconds to treat my fly with some Frog’s Fanny to get it floating higher in the water.  I won’t take the time to add another #6 split shot to my leader and sink the nymph a little faster, a little deeper.  

 

In my rush to get another opportunity, I actually decrease the effectiveness of that opportunity.  

 

Over the 4th of July week, we spent some time fishing at 10,670 feet.  Everything seems to go a bit better when you slow it down at altitude.  Take the time to move from one hole, to a riffle, to the next hole.  Be stealthy.  Remember to breathe.  Get the best cast for the best drift.  Drop the fly on the river where you want to.  Those small brookies give you one chance.

Fishing a high altitude, small stream as a morning storm rolls in over Montgomery Reservoir.

 

Make each chance your best chance.