What is it about fly fishing that you love so much? Why are you so passionate about it? Wouldn't it be easier to just use worms? Are wader farts really as bad as I imagine they are? I get asked these questions more often than you would think, sometimes on a weekly basis. And my answer has pretty much always been the same... Easy, I love to catch fish. I find a lot of people don't quite understand this. Why I am willing to go walk miles in heavy boots and waders in sometimes freezing temps for the chance to catch a fish often times no bigger than the keyboard I am typing this on right now. So why do we do it?  Well, like I said up until my last day trip on the water the answer has always been the same, I love catching fish. However my view has since changed. Why? Because I didn't catch a damn thing that day and somehow managed to have an amazing day on the river. I know, its weird for me too, but lets break down why. First of all look at my view for the day...

This view is literally 30 minutes from my house. I know people that pay hundreds of dollars to go and spend the day fishing in canyons and rivers just like this one. But we are lucky enough to have this right in our own backyard. Not only was my view amazing but I didn't see another person the entire day. Most likely because it was colder than a witches titty out there and I was the only one crazy enough to be out. Between kids, work, and life I rarely get a time where the only sounds are the river spilling over rocks, or a bald eagle calling out off in the distance for its mate. Simply put, its cleansing. Something in me clicked that day when I didn't catch a single fish... My answer is no longer about catching the biggest fish or the most fish. Its about resetting your soul. Its about being with great friends and family and enjoying these experiences together. Its about standing in waist deep water trying to fool a pesky brown trout with an artificial fly you created and tied yourself. Its about passion. Now that may sound cheesy to some and I will admit, it kind of is. But to anyone lucky enough to have a passion for Fly Fishing it will make perfect sense. And until you can experience it for yourself you have no idea. I just wish it hadn't taken me 9 years to figure that out. I can't wait until the day my kids are old enough that I can share this crazy passion of mine with them. Next to my wife and kids (Yes Jessi, you and the kids are still number 1...Barely!) it's part of the reason why my life is so great. Because soon... I get to go fishing.

 I leave you with a quote from one of my favorite authors...

 “Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.” 

― Norman MacleanA River Runs Through It

And yes, Wader farts really are that bad.


Tyler Kunz