On another recent evening I had the fortune of my favorite company, my kids. With my wife out to dinner with friends, we strung up and suited up in our driveway. My daughter, now a young lady much to my everlasting surprise (will it always be this way as they grow?) no longer fit into the adolescent waders that she once splashed through the rivers with. That was okay, she thought, she'd gotten a 35mm camera for Christmas and offered to be the photo journalist of our evening pursuits. My son, now grown into her outgrown waders, was excited to hunt the trout with his nymphed up rig as we arrived to the water. To my sheer joy, he hadn't really lost a step in his under the surface pursuits; he flipped his late grandfather's rod like a champ, fly line just off the water while following carefully the indicator underneath his rod tip. Within a few casts, both kids began to shine.
I hope you are all getting the opportunity to shine this spring. Tight lines.