Seriously, is there anything cooler than watching a trout drift up and take a dry fly? I can't quite describe the feeling I get while watching this phenomenon. It brings a rush of adrenaline, like you just pulled one over on mother nature, and you're hiding because you know you're about to get caught. However, there you are, tucked up in a ball, hiding as best you can, with a big smile on your face. But there is also a deep sense of peace in the feeling, as well. All is right with the world...the trouts still eat the bugs. How bad could it be?
And when the trout drifts up, taking it's time, knowing that it's meal isn't going anywhere, because you've created such a realistic impression, and been so weary in your approach, and paid so much attention to your drift...only to imitate something that happens between fish and insect thousands of times a day.
In the relatively short time I've been fly fishing, I've realized that it's not exactly relaxing. In fact, it's actually exhausting. The focus, the attention, and physical demand, in conjunction with an awareness and sense of connectivity to your surroundings, create a deep calm that I equate with a good day of honest, hard work. Of course, the earnings are of a different currency, but in my eyes, every bit as valuable.