There’s a new DVD produced by Jeff Pill and Miracle Productions for the American Museum of Fly Fishing titled “Why Fly Fishing.” It’s beautiful. I highly recommend viewing it when you have the chance. We’ll soon follow up with a link, clip, or something to help you find it.

For me, “why flyfishing” has always been about clearing my mind, spending time with people I like, or finding total solitude in nature … not so much fish. I do my best writing on the river. Don’t understand? Then read this excerpt from a book by author Sue Monk Kidd, which my mom sent me the other day. I think Mom now understands a bit better why I turned out the way I did …

_“My grandfather sits in a folding chair, holding his fishing pole over the water, a crooked silhouette in the last traces of daylight. He wears a gray fedora and white shirt with a tie, having come straight from the courthouse, where he’s the city court judge. He doesn’t consort with his pocket watch, which is his usual habit, because right now there is no time, no sense of life moving past us.

He watches the light fade on the water and doesn’t seem to get a nibble. Eight years old, playing in the front seat of his truck, I come upon his cricket box. I rush it to him, inquiring how he fished all this time without bait. He smiles and makes his confession, a Southern Zen riddle I would puzzle over for years. ‘Today it’s not the fish I’m after,’ he says. ‘It’s the fishing.’

On the surface such a story might reflect a stereotype of Southern laziness. But there’s something else to be gleaned here: the ability to exercise what Wordsworth called “a wise passiveness.” I think my grandfather understood that sometimes one makes the deepest progress sitting still, that it’s not always the conquest that matters most, but being present in the moment and reflecting on the nature of things.”_