Using my 5wt 9’ rod along with my Orvis Access MidArbor reel, I hiked to the edge of the lake and waded in. Lakes can be an intimidating place for many as the challenges they present where a river can be more forgiving. Growing up in Michigan the only lake fishing I ever did was from our banged up boat, with a worm on the end of my line in the Upper Peninsula. A normal day was ten perch and maybe a bass. When a walleye or pike hit, it felt like Christmas.
Learning to read stillwater I felt like a novice all over again. How do I read a lake? What do I look for? What fly should I use? It almost seemed impossible I would find a trout. I quickly decided to head to the other side of the lake near the river and drop off. I wasn’t going to catch anything if I didn’t get my line in the water soon.
I chose a damsel nymph to get started using a strip retrieve action to animate the fly in hopes of finding trout. Cast…retrieve - retrieve - retrieve - retrieve. Cast…retrieve- retrieve - retrieve - retrieve. Cast. I had finally found my rhythm and felt like I belonged.
I’m not sure why I fell in love with fishing. Perhaps because of it’s simplicity, or it’s lazy rhythm or perhaps I just like catching fishing, it might just be that simple.
As the morning came to an end I finally got a trout. A small guy but still a lake trout and my first.
I guess it doesn’t matter why I fell in love with it, it simply comes down to what John Gierach has said, “If you want to go fishing, go fishing.”