Spanking new. Not for long I hope.
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!
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…
What do you think?