As we're still unpacking, I've yet to set up my fly tying bench, but I've actually located all of the tools and supplies that go into it. Just today I finished up putting together my reloading bench and all of the supplies and components that make it work. I imagine that I won't get much tying done until I move over to my summer home in Ridgway and start work at RIGS Fly Shop and Guide Service for my third season.
As all of this change in our lives takes place, my refuge exists in those simple pleasures that have taken place in the past, and will continue to take place in the future. It's in those times that I can always find peace amid the changes and know that those special spots I've taken our daughters to fish will always be there.
Small stream fishing, more than anything, has been the central theme for the time I've spent outdoors with our children. It was that way for me as a child as well. I remember well sneaking a couple of miles across the mountain to a private pond so I could steal my limit of stocker rainbow trout, retiring home so my mother could fry them up in a cast iron skillet. That was 40 years ago…not much has changed.
Our oldest daughter, Rachel (age 6), on an early trip to Grape Creek, 2004.
Hannah, Rachel, and I on a secret stream that I fished as a boy, 2005.
Rachel and I on our inaugural backpacking trip. Music Pass and Upper Sand Creek Lake, Sangre De Cristo Mountains, CO, 2008.
Our youngest daughter, Libby, in a nameless canyon full of brown trout. Spring 2014.
Our little comedienne, laughing about all the badger holes along the creek, with my tenkara rod, ready to start fishing. Spring 2014.