It is quite easy to compare one’s life to the plight of the angler. The metaphor is loved like a favorite pair of boots, oiled and well used – not often thrown away. Standing in the current, trying not to disturb the primordial community of fish, water, and rock the angler hopes to enter the environs, not as separate, but part of. Presenting the proper fly and with the proper drift, the angler prays for the run to hold fish. If the angler has seen his prospects tailing, rising, or holding in the run – then the hope is for trout to eat the presented fly.
Every trip to the water is a completely new and fresh experience.