Fly Fishing has been a journey for me that has unfolded like the gentle unfurling of a fly line. It all began as a simple fascination, back when I was clad in well-worn wellies and a scruffy t-shirt, shadowing my mother along the riverbank. She cast her double-handed rod with hopeful anticipation of hooking an Atlantic salmon, while I, armed with nothing more than a plastic bottle cut in half, busied myself capturing tiny fry along the water’s edge.
In those formative years, a spark of curiosity ignited within me. Success or failure held little significance; what truly mattered was the sheer joy of being outdoors, surrounded by loved ones. Together, we etched memories, laying the foundation for a life full of adventures.
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