A friend recently asked if I managed to hook anyone during my first fly casting session. Well, I did actually. Me!
I got hooked literally on fly fishing. Not physically. Though that might happened with my wayward false-casts. See, I’m already beginning to speak the fly fisho’s language!
Many thanks to Nick from Tacklebox Adventures for the flies and getting me started.
The few flies in the photo above is not much to look at, for now, though I have this bugging feeling that it’ll grow to a huge swarm of insects soon. Just like the mountain of lures in my home.
Now to go bug some fish…
