Every angler knows the anticipation that hits you in the early morning hours before a fishing trip. You've checked and re-checked to make sure you've got everything in order. Your pack has been cleaned out the night before, wading boots tucked carefully away next to the front door, ready to go. You spent a few minutes tying up a leader, particular to the type of stream you'll be fishing. Also, it's summer, so you've got water bottles tucked away and rain gear squished into your pack.
The anticipation is that much more overwhelming when you know you're visiting a place you've never been before. You've got the highest of hope and are sure that your buddy was right a, you're going to land hundreds of mid-sized browns and brooks and rainbows.
You know this because fly fishermen never lie.
But, this is fly fishing.
And, it's summertime...
Every stream is different, every day is different, and every outcome is different.
Thankful for good company, good food, and good beer, especially during the slow days of summer fishing here in the Southeast.
