Shifting Focus

I dream, and day-dream, of fly fishing. As a long and hectic Wyoming autumn fades in to winter, I can once again find time to sit down at the vise. Doing so is always an opportunity to revisit memorable hatches, runs and fish. It is also a chance to dream of what might be. This time of year, those dreams are usually dominated by thoughts of anadromous fish.

At present, however, I'm thinking of vast saltwater flats, trade winds through the palm trees, and tailing bonefish. In a couple weeks, I'll be heading to The Bahamas for photography and a little fishing. It's been almost two years since I've cast to a bonefish, and I'm again hungry for the experience. So, the vise is set up for shrimp and crab patterns, and the gearing up begins in earnest.

This upcoming trip, while brief, may be a prelude. We're looking at the possibility of a February trip to Belize, and re-indulging my obsession with permit. It could be a very memorable winter.