Fly Fishing Tradition Lives On

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I know my husband already photo shared on Facebook about this but I would like to share a little bit more about the trip as well. Why do we fly fish and not just through a line and wait? Where did we go to fish? Why did we buy all that equipment for such a focused sport? What have we caught so far? Answers I am very willing to share (hence the blog post).

When my dad passed away I got the urge (and nudge from my mom) to get to know the father of my father. This man is not the most approachable man you would meet, he says things straightforward regardless of the tone or word choice, he doesn’t do much anymore due to his age, and he gives and gives and gives to his family. In the past 5.5 years that I have held a relationship with the head of my father’s kin, I have grown to love this man that no one seems to care for and I also have inherited a lot that my dad would have received if he was still with us, including an abundance of fishing gear. I have ice fishing, cast fishing, and fly fishing gear to last me my whole life. He gave me all of the things he no longer uses (which is a lot seeing that he cannot fish any longer), all the things that belonged to my dad, and he has bought Caleb all this gear he would need but never had. He is a very generous man to those he knows and to those he does not know. Caleb and I have changed our prospective to being overwhelmed to being thankful, it wasn’t hard to see being the receivers of such gifts like fishing equipment. We have only gone two times since the middle of May to Willow Creek in Hudson, WI and also at the family cabin on the Peshtigo River. We also have not caught ANYTHING thus far but there is still an entire fishing year ahead of us.

Thanks G-pa.