A sport that requires skill, patience and precision. An environment of calm and stillness that facilitates energy between the sportsman and his prey. The capable, adept hands artistically and patiently reel in the prey. A waiting game perhaps but the reward makes it all worth it.
He know what he is doing, the fly fisherman. A loop of charismatic precision. His hands never hesitate. He knows if hesitates, he will lose. He understands how important all the micro-movements and moments are that lead up to a satisfying catch that only leaves him wanting to try again.
The energy of the wild creates the momentum for the triumphant. An innate understanding exists between the fly fisherman and his prey. An eco-systemic connection, cycle of life that facilitates the interactions between the beast and his unassuming. A subdued respect, nonetheless. An array of antagonistic behaviors that tease and create an anticipation that makes the final victory sweet, even for the prey. Once caught, there is always another opportunity to declare another victory.
There are some things worth the wait. There are some things only a fly fisherman knows. Finally, it is how it should be.
Music mood: “Wild Horses” – The Rolling Stones
the pretty prey xo