It has been quite a while since I, or anyone for that matter has posted a blog entry. I think it has something to do with the fishing/guiding season going full swing.
I have spent at least 4 days a week in the National Park over the past 2 months. When asked about this, my standard answer is “I get to go to work in God’s Office every day”. This is more than a pet phrase I learned from Bill Perry in Guide School, it is something that I truly believe.
Back when I was on staff at Beaumont Scout Reservation during High School and College, the Program Director used to remind us that “This might be your 6th/7th/8th week out here, but it is the campers’ only week”.
These two phrases, while they may sound trite, make up the basis of my personal guiding philosophy. I realize that there are folks that spend 51 weeks in an office cubical, staring at screen-saver shots of fish, reading FlyFish Tennessee or other online resources, and wishing that they could be spending the day knee-deep in Greenbriar Creek or the Little River. When I think about this, the sore knees and back, the bumps and scrapes, and the mental and physical exhaustion I face after 4 straight days of guiding suddenly don’t seem so bad.
There is no feeling in the world like getting a new fly-fisherman (especially a child) onto their first wild trout. A close second is the feeling I get when I point out a specific crease/seam/pocket and tell the client to place their fly in that spot – and a fish immediately cooperates by rising to the fly. And at the end of the day, when a client shakes my hand, and tells me that they can’t wait to come back and do it again, I realize that I have the greatest job in the world.