Ever since my early childhood I have been inexplicably drawn to water and to the creatures that inhabit their dark depths. Unlike the terrestrial world, there were still unknown mysteries in the deep dark waters that were never quick to reveal their inner machinations which, even in this age of empirical science where most things are known, still remain the subject of much conjecture and speculation. Even the fish, the beautifully spotted browns and brook trout caught in the creeks of my youth, had a life that seemed so mysterious and strange, and it was always a privilege just to be connected to their world and to feel their life energy merge with my own, even if only for a brief period of time.
It was these fish that opened my mind to the natural world and to truths beyond what could merely be perceived by the eye. For me fishing has always been about much more than fishing and while it has taken me over forty years to understand, it has not always been fish that I have been chasing all these years.
It has always been so much more about the journey than the destination, the beautiful places that fish call home, the camaraderie between people who share a common passion, the dank and earthy smell of the woods after a summer rainfall, the reflection of a golden sunset on a placid lake at dusk, or the eternal song of a whippoorwill echoing from the depths of a forest. These are among some of the chief reasons I fish. My rod and reel have become a passport to the world of the possible, a divining rod towards adventure and promise that navigates me through the unchartered and blessedly uncertain waters of the fishing life.