Rivers are melodious, they play different songs that like the sirens in Greek mythology entice the fisher person and often cast a spell over them that continues to bring them back time and again. When you are on your favorite river, sit quietly on the bank and listen.
Do you hear it?
Maybe it is the roar from a series of falls as it crashes over rocks like so many percussion instruments or an enchanting tune from the water flowing over logs and rocks as it drops in its journey towards the lake. Some rivers play a very hushed song as the water flows slowly and quietly on its journey.
My favorite river is one that plays that enchanting tune and I hear it long before I see it. The sound beckons me as I walk through the forest and underbrush and then suddenly there it is, ever flowing ever-changing. A heavy rainstorm or fallen tree may have altered the flow, new pools appear and old ones deepened or filled in.
This is a phase of life of the fly fisherman and I hope that you will enjoy the journey that I share in the posts.