Today my friend Martin, who is ranked 2nd in Slovakia for individual fishing, brought me some of his homemade flies, lures, spinners and plugs to look at. My eyes strained just trying to focus on their minutae and I can’t imagine the patience he must have to craft tiny flies from feathers, deer hair and alder wood. He even makes his own three pronged hooks because he can’t buy them small enough for his liking, nor sharp enough.
I love the idea of knowing the fish, river and season so well that you can create a lure which will attract your dinner, plus have the skill to fly rod. That’s a sport I might take up next year. My grandfather did it with a bamboo rod set up and maybe I’ll try the same. There’s something very natural and gentlemanly about fly fishing.