I spent the last week cooped up, worrying and being anxious about life in general. I spent hours upon hours looking back through work from weeks, months, even years ago trying to draw some inspiration from it. But, it’s hard to draw inspiration from something twice. For me anyway.
Sunday I escaped. Jacob and I battled low, clear water and burning mountains in hopes to find some semblance of nature. Something that would speak clearly to my burnt out and troubled spirit.
As always, nature seldom disappoints. Spending a day outdoors, knee deep in a river and learning from everything around you can do you a world of good. Catching more trout than you can count on both dry and wet flys can leave you feeling accomplished and connected. Watching others on the river, primarily children, learn the art of fly fishing gives you hope. And sometimes that’s all you need is a little bit of hope.
To be completely honest, I’d been running quite low in the hope department as of late. Ultimately, it’s my own fault. Putting too much stock into what’s going on around one's self and not what’s going on within can be catastrophic. Trust me on this, it is. Sometimes it’s best to just Let.It.Go.
I’m working on that. I’m hoping that one day I’ll be able to master that art, but until then, the mountains will be there to climb and the trout will be there to learn from.
Jacob is a fly fishing guide with a passion for conservation and brook trout. He is an accomplished rod builder and restorationist.
Jillian is an outdoor photographer and blogger, using her voice for Public Lands and Cold Water Conservation. She specializes in trying to out fish jacob whenever she puts the camera down.