Unless you live within a stone’s toss of a famous trout river, possibilities are your home water isn’t a significant traveler draw. Folks will constantly make the trek to Ennis or Last Opportunity, since the fishing there is the things trout dreams are made from. Hardly ever will somebody book a hotel in Provo, Utah, to check out the trout streams of the Wasatch Front Variety.
Those are the trout streams I matured on, and while I reside in Wyoming now, I make routine treks back home to fish the water that raised me.
My “brand-new” home water in Wyoming includes 2 wonderful tailwaters, 2 more unbelievable freestones, and more mountain creeks and ponds than I might fish in a life time. That’s not counting whatever in Yellowstone, which is simply 2 hours from my home. With all that fly fishing around me, why do I trouble going back to Utah to fish third-rate trout streams? For that matter, why do I make the hour-long drive to either tailwater when there’s a great canyon creek 25 minutes from my front door?
United States fly anglers enjoy our folklore, and couple of locations use that mantle along with Yellowstone does, or any of Wyoming’s stories tailwaters. There’s likewise a healthy dosage of FOMO (worry of losing out) that, in no little part, is thanks to social networks. We can quickly understand if the Green Drakes or salmonflies are out, and if we’re not there to participate in such a significant occasion on traditional trout water, than can we even call ourselves fly anglers?
Home water is ignored and under-fished, and I’m as guilty of that as anybody. My routine journeys to fish home water in Utah are more of an effort to hang onto the past than they are a fishing expedition, if I’m being truthful. If I desired a fantastic fly fishing experience, I ‘d never ever leave Wyoming. Heck, I would not even actually require to leave my county.
While taking a trip to fly fish is enjoyable, it’s not the only entrance to unbelievable experiences. Frequently we fall under the trap of following the crowds– fishing in Patagonia or Iceland– rather of embodying the easy adventurousness that this sport’s leaders had. We will not all be Lee Wulff, flying with Curt Gowdy into Labrador. The majority of us resemble a guide buddy of mine who lives and deals with among the very best tailwaters on the planet. He hung around in South America fishing for dorado, however he wound up back home in the West, beside a trout stream that’s on the container list for numerous anglers. He remains there since he states there’s no point in going anywhere else when the fishing out his front door is so great.
I reckon the fishing out your front door is simply as outstanding. How frequently have you headed out to experience it on your own?