I am a mother of two energetic boys, ages 2 and 4. Lately, most of my fly fishing is done with my family. On these outings, my casts are very limited and the stress level is a bit high, compared to the usual peacefulness one finds when out on the water. Yet, when a connection is made, and a fish is reeled in, the level of excitement surpasses any kind I have ever experienced fishing with any one else. My husband loves fly fishing, too. Sometimes, we take turns. One stays with the kids, while the other goes out to fish. On occasion, when the stars (a.k.a. Grandparents) align, just the two of us get out on the water together. I truly enjoy this time. For me, fly fishing is a passion… some might say an addiction. The conditions are rarely perfect when I get the chance to go. I go anyway, and it is always awesome. I was fortunate to have parents that showed me the value of outdoor adventure. Now, I am enjoying passing that gift along to my children.
From the time I was five years old, I grew up fishing every day after school in my backyard in Alabama with my dad. Fishing was in my blood. My dad is an avid fly fisherman, and has been fly fishing since the 80’s, so he is an excellent instructor. My husband and I have been married about six years, and he also grew up fishing. Since we have been married, we have been fortunate to take many fishing trips with my dad. From Montana to Northern California to the Blue Ridge Mountains in Georgia, each place carries its own beauty and shared memories among the three of us. We love to catch fish, but it’s mostly about being out in the beauty and quiet of nature with special people while making memories that will last forever.