Midweek, during a meeting with a client of mine, a sudden urge came over me. The urge to swing my wet or nymph flies down stream and see the flyline cross the seam and feel the tug... So on Saturday, I went to the Neversink gorge to satisfy my tugging urge. I realize that I haven't fished sub surface flies for awhile and explains the emotional outburst.
Pulled into the parking lot around 5am and was still dark. Then found out that the batteries for my headlamp are dead. Purely based on visual impairment, I've waited
impatiently patiently until I was able to see the trail.
I couldn't pass on an opportunity to fish the small stream that feeds into the river so I rigged my 1wt rod and the feeling of familiarity settled in and made me more at ease.