Fly fishing flies, gear and guides — the holy trinity of fly fishing.
I woke up early today and left for River X around 3am. The drive was quiet and peaceful, and I couldn't wait to get to the river. On the way, I drove by a fly shop that I've always wanted to stop at, if only because I love its name "Fly Fishing Flies, Gear and Guides." It was still dark, and the open sign was lit when I got there around 6am. I decided to stop because I needed flies.
When I walked in, there was one old guy managing the store. He told me his name was Chap and that he was the proprietor and sole guide at Fly Fishing Flies, Gear and Guides. He had a friendly face, and his voice had a calming effect on me.
After getting advice from Chap and selecting an assortment of dry flies, nymphs, and streamers, I paid and prepared to leave. I congratulated myself on sticking with flies and leader material — just what I needed.
But Chap stopped me and said, "Look, I'd much rather be fishing than sitting in this store. How about you and me fish that stretch together — I know it like the back of my hand, and I'll guide you for free." I couldn't say no. He turned off the open sign, put out a card table with a self-serve fly bin, a payment slot, and a handwritten sign: "Fly Fishing Flies — Self Service."
In the truck, I asked him about people maybe stealing flies and he said that "it happens, but those same people come back and spend $1800 on new waders and boots. I consider it my donation to their fun. You might be surprised that most people round up and overpay when they use the self-service bin. It's very profitable!"
We hiked upstream and fished a high mountain stream, catching some beautiful brook trout. The water was crystal clear. After, Chap took me to some beaver ponds — magical calm water where trout were eager to bite. We caught some nice-sized fish and I was amazed at how much fun it was.
I left River X feeling grateful and satisfied. A day to remember.