On Jan 14, 9:23*am, Ken Fortenberry
wrote:
A small rock-filled brookie stream deep in the woods far away
from other anglers. A fish rising regularly in the pool above.
A studied, careful, stealthy, oh so stealthy approach almost
on your belly. Planning and plotting and waiting for the one
and only cast you'll get to this fish. The cast, the short
drift, a foot-long brookie vibrating and pulsing with the
frantic energy of the wild come to hand.

--
Ken Fortenberry

Wonderful, Ken

My body no longer allows me access to such pleasure ... at least not
often .... but for years a little 6 1/2 3wt Loomis was often my
companion as I, too, belly crawled to the next small pool. In my
case it was often small Lohantan(sp?) cutts in a never to be revealed
small creek deep in the high Sierra .... I had a friend in F&G biology
that trusted me enough to both tell me where to find these rare
"natives" and know I'd never pass it on.

Anyway, clearly part of fly fishing's value lies in it's variety.
No doubt, nearly all of us find joy in most of those variations, at
one time, or another.