Often I see the silent passion in the eye of the fly fisherman who knocks on this door.
Doug had that look.
His soft-spoken words and respectful demeanor belied the depth of feeling for the state of the art.
After a very early morning at the river, he returned for breakfast. Since he intended to depart for the river again immediately after eating, I suggested he simply leave his waders on to make life a bit easier. For that he was grateful and so, in the dining room with the white tablecloth on the beautiful wood table that Roddy built, sat the passionate fly-fisherman - decked out in his waders.
He did remove his hat upon entering the house, so it wasn't until he geared up again that I noticed the tiny flies hooked into the band, obviously made with such attention and devotion - and they were now a part of the outfit. Somewhat like standard trim on a uniform.
Doug explained 2 of them to me.
One was from a dear friend, someone he had brought to this area a few years back. His friend was ill then, and has since passed away. Though Doug had planned this current trip as a present to himself for his 50th birthday, I had a sense he was celebrating his friend as well.
The other fly was from a local fly fishing guide, Ken Moreau (Single Spey Fly-Fishing Adventures http://www.bcflyguide.com/), who tied the fly for Doug last time he was here. This too had an honourable place on the hat-band.
Perhaps Roddy smiled at the gentle man sitting at breakfast in the dining room in his waders.
Perhaps he would have smiled at the gentleman's way as he set off for the river once more, reminiscing on past dear friends. I think they would have enjoyed each other's company.
Sandra
Doug had that look.
His soft-spoken words and respectful demeanor belied the depth of feeling for the state of the art.
After a very early morning at the river, he returned for breakfast. Since he intended to depart for the river again immediately after eating, I suggested he simply leave his waders on to make life a bit easier. For that he was grateful and so, in the dining room with the white tablecloth on the beautiful wood table that Roddy built, sat the passionate fly-fisherman - decked out in his waders.
He did remove his hat upon entering the house, so it wasn't until he geared up again that I noticed the tiny flies hooked into the band, obviously made with such attention and devotion - and they were now a part of the outfit. Somewhat like standard trim on a uniform.
Doug explained 2 of them to me.
One was from a dear friend, someone he had brought to this area a few years back. His friend was ill then, and has since passed away. Though Doug had planned this current trip as a present to himself for his 50th birthday, I had a sense he was celebrating his friend as well.
The other fly was from a local fly fishing guide, Ken Moreau (Single Spey Fly-Fishing Adventures http://www.bcflyguide.com/), who tied the fly for Doug last time he was here. This too had an honourable place on the hat-band.
Perhaps Roddy smiled at the gentle man sitting at breakfast in the dining room in his waders.
Perhaps he would have smiled at the gentleman's way as he set off for the river once more, reminiscing on past dear friends. I think they would have enjoyed each other's company.
Sandra
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