My cousin came over yesterday to teach me how to cast a fly-rod. We had 30+ mph winds and he taught me on what he said was a crappy set-up, saying if you can get the hang of it on this rod and dirty line, you got it made.
Well, I caught his truck twice, the dock a few times and a few up in the tree. He left me the fly-rod to practice with so later that evening when the winds died down, I went back out.
First cast caught a BG and followed with 7 more. I am TOTALLY hooked! (pun intended). Went to the tackle shop today and loaded up on flies!
What a great week, I became a first-time Grandpa on Monday and learned how to fly-fish.
Lovin Livin!
