I’m getting ready to spend a few days fishing one of my favorite waters, the Green River. I’m always surprised at the amount of stress that comes along with the preparations of a fishing trip and especially when to a favorite site.
Do I have enough flies? The right flies? Is my leader ok? Do I have enough tippet material? The right tippet material?
What’s the weather going to be? What do I bring to wear? Do I have enough to wear if it rains? Hails? Snows?
Food? Secondary concern, I know, but a concern nonetheless. How long can the body go between meals? Is water to drink really necessary? How much equipment do I have to sacrifice to make room in the vest? On the boat? I might need that space for fly tying equipment. Drinking is nice, but what about the hatch?
There are always too many questions. And they multiply as the water draws closer.
But once on the water: serenity. A fine cast, a perfect drift, an explosive take and a fine fight can make all the worries of life fade to the back ground.
Green River I hear you calling, and after all this ruckus of packing, I’ll be there.