The wild unknown

Despite my delusional notions of defining mastery, there’s far more to success or failure in the pool than the angler’s abilities. There’s no guarantee that anything will make the fish strike. She may be full. She may have a hankering for Junebugs and your offering too much resembles a moth. There may not even be a smallmouth in the pool. What happens once the fly hits the water is largely up to the X-factor, the wild unknown. Locked within these delicious moments of uncertainty are the reasons I fish. Published in HATCH Fly Fishing magazine

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