Full Circle

I have been a self proclaimed “fly-only guy” for many years. Not because of some egocentric gratification, but in the name of pursuing the highest level of angling thrill (in my humble opinion). A sight-casted fish that willingly eats a fly created by my own hand is a rush that has only grown with time. However, there are equal lows to such highs. A dry spell can leave feelings of torment, provoked by others catching fish, or a lack of pelagic table fare.

Distant daydreams still include leaping tarpon from one