joeymarine
New member
I picked up a fly rod over the winter and began teaching myself how to cast on opening day on the Rockaway River. Let's just say that it didn't work. Between the wind and the current I'm lucky I didn't tie myself in a knot.
I decided that White Meadow Lake was a better way to learn. 5 trips later, just about ready to give up....I finally get the hang of casting. Well, what might resemble casting. Ok, I got the fly in the water further than at my feet.
I was starting to get discouraged when last night, it finally happened. The right fly, in the right spot. BAM! Bluegill. Crappie. Crappie, Bluegill. Nothing special, nothing big. But my first fish on a fly rod. Seeing the swell and the fly disappear was amazing. I'm hooked.
Now to get back on the river and catch me a trout!
I decided that White Meadow Lake was a better way to learn. 5 trips later, just about ready to give up....I finally get the hang of casting. Well, what might resemble casting. Ok, I got the fly in the water further than at my feet.
I was starting to get discouraged when last night, it finally happened. The right fly, in the right spot. BAM! Bluegill. Crappie. Crappie, Bluegill. Nothing special, nothing big. But my first fish on a fly rod. Seeing the swell and the fly disappear was amazing. I'm hooked.
Now to get back on the river and catch me a trout!