Though I’ve done it most of my life, I have never been someone who was that into fishing. I’ve always preferred laying on the bank or boat, reading, to actually casting a line, and I certainly wouldn’t have ever wanted to fish in the cold. But I guess I was just doing the wrong kind of fishing because I finally get it. I think about fly fishing every. single. day. My level of excitement when I net a fish is the same whether it’s a “monster” or a little guy (see 2nd pic for the facial reaction). Let’s be real, I’m not that good at it yet, so there are way more little guys, but I love trying. My waders are maybe my favorite piece of outdoor apparel I’ve ever owned, and I am itching to slide back into them and a mountain stream. Thankful for the one day we got to wet a line when we were in Georgia over the Winter break. It was a perfect day, rain and cold included. (at Blue Ridge, Georgia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpOy0PyOj48/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=












