If you have ever fished for Steelhead from a boat you have experienced the Preachers Cast! The act of casting upstream out of turn across someones Else's line. I have and this recently happened to me on a trip with a new cat to the Steelhead scene. By the days end we think we got the fisher of men to finally get it down. Only time will tell and for his sake I hope he gets it down. Or no one will ask the Ole' Boy to go fishing anymore. LOL
I wasn't mad, I just got frustrated a few times but not mad. This sport is all about patience, right? That's what they say anyways. Sorry I have been out and not posted anything in 2 weeks. I have good reason I have been fishing! That's a good reason I think.
When I get some more time this week I will post some photos. I had one epic day on the water last Friday. No worries I will share when the time comes.
So today's post is dedicated to all the new people in our sport. Who accidentally practice the Preachers Cast and are nicknamed "Fisher of Men" have patience my friends and it's a wicked twisted road!
I leave you with this on Patience and your journey:
“Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.”
To all who practice the Preachers Cast this song is for you!
VID'S
Obsession - Fly Fishing for Big Brown Trout in Oregon from
Mountain Made Media on
Vimeo.
FISH PORN!
This song is my life? On my wicked twisted road to Steelhead Fishing. Its a on going journey!
Click here to listen.
http://youtu.be/B38pNFM9a3k
My first love was a wicked twisted road I hit the million mile mark at seventeen years oldI never saw the rainbow much less a pot of goldYeah, my first love was a wicked twisted road
My first love was a castle in the sky Never thought I'd make it 'til I had the guts to try And I sat up in my tower while the whole world passed me by Yeah, my first love was a castle in the sky
My first love was a fearless drive in rain Scared to death I thought I'd never see her face again They say God was crying so I guess he felt my pain My first love was a fearless drive in rain
My first love was a wild sinful night I ran out with the big dogs, guess I had more bark than bite And though I won the battle, in the end I lost the fight Yeah, my first love was a wild sinful night
My first love was an angry, painful song I wanted one so bad, I went and did everything wrong A lesson in reality would come before too long Yeah, my first love was an angry, painful song
My first love was a wicked twisted road I hit the million mile mark at seventeen years old I never saw the rainbow much less a pot of gold Yeah, my first love was a wicked twisted road
My first love was a wicked twisted road
