Fly Fishing has been on my bucket list ever since I read Mary Alice Monroe’s “Time is a River.” And last November, for my birthday, John and Deanna gave me a fly fishing lesson in the Smoky Mountain National Park.
We went earlier this month, stayed several days in a mountain cabin, and oh, it was glorious. The Mountain Laurel was in bloom, the Honeysuckles permeated the air and the weather cooperated.
I went for my lesson with a great guide, Charity, and when she asked me why I wanted to fly fish I told her about reading the book. She got a big smile on her face and said that she and Mary Alice Monroe were friends, and she was the one who taught her to fly fish as research for her book. Her name is mentioned in the book foreward, and that made the trip even more special.
And how did I do? Remarkably well, actually, I thought I would fall on my rear in the stream, but I didn’t. It was so beautiful, it’s indescribable, the rushing water, the rocks, the trees, the clear stream with the trout swimming, and it’s not hard to learn, either.
And yes, I actually caught a fish, John took a lesson with me, he caught a couple of them. I would do this again in a heartbeat, it was just an amazing experience, and one I highly recommend for anyone who wants to enjoy Mother Nature and the simplicity of casting into the water. It was just awesome… ~ Jan
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