My grandfather grew up in Utah and over a span of years I inherited four unique items from him; a 1969 SS Camero with 16k miles on it, a vintage American flag with 48 stars (when Utah became a state), a fireplace poker set (?) and a custom made RL Winston bamboo fly rod. I abused the Camero and sold it for $900 when it was belching blue smoke and couldn’t make it up the snowy hill to our house, which in retrospect causes me great pain to even think about, especially whenever I see a fully restored SS glide by on the road. Ouch. But, I held onto the fly rod and am glad I did as it is a work of art and has inspired me to get into fishing. While most outdoor gear has a lifespan of about three seasons nowadays, the idea of using a 50+ year-old rod is appealing, especially as I know it meant a lot to him.
I’ve resisted fishing for most of my life as I have the attention span of a two-year old, but now that I have a real live two-year old of my own, the idea of calm, relaxing evening standing in a quite river is starting to make sense. Fortunately, lots of skiers are also into fly fishing, so I’ve had some excellent mentors and been able to get out about five times this summer. It’s fun to see new places (or at least old places in a new light), meet new people and start a new sport. I can always find good skiing, but I have yet to hook even the tiniest fish, which is fun in a perverse kind of way.
A few photos from a trip down the A Section of the Green River over the July 4th holiday:
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