|She is hot ... I'll give her that. He looks like he could chew his way through a 2 x 4.|
Why does any of this matter to we bug chuckers?
Just consider how very different our lives as fly-flingers could be if we were lorded over by a family of royals. Fly fishing - especially for trout - might be limited to the select few who have the proper breeding. At the very least, the experience of casting a fly on most of America's best trout streams would likely be limited - even more than it already is - to those who could afford to pay an exorbitant price for the experience. Such is the case throughout much of Europe. Ask our British counterparts about the tuition they must pay to fish a beat on the Test, Itchen or Kennet.
In our country, we're blessed with some tremendous water, and we all know that as good as the most famous rivers and lakes may be, they're rarely as good as their lesser known and less frequently traveled cousins. The best part about having all that water - and the part we're most inclined to forget - is that more often than not we have rights of access to nearly every inch of it.
With that thought in mind, I hope to go into the weekend looking for the silhouettes of little sailboat wings drifting down river. It's hendrickson time, and the bugs will almost certainly be popping. I can only hope the river drops enough to lure some of its brown trout to the surface.If all goes well - and the river, bugs, and fish all play their part - I might just spend an afternoon as king for the day, even though I'll only ever be a lowly commoner, who wears battle scarred waders and smacks 'em on bead heads.