I am blessed by good (and sometimes great) fly fishing waters that are close. I know these places like the back of my hand and enjoy my time on them immensely. However...there are two places on this earth that I really want to fish that are so far away that it might be that I never get the chance. These locals are distant enough that getting to them would be at a great expense of both time and money...money being the biggest elephant in the room.
1st. A British Chalk Stream
2nd. ALASKA!!!(with a bronx cheer to my friend Steve Zakur who is there right now)
The first is refined, proper, historic. The chance to fish in the birthplace of my ancestors. As odd as it may seem to some, the stereotypical weather of Britain is my favorite kind of weather. I picture it as the Pacific Northwest with an accent...and of course much flatter.
The second is wild, untamed, epic. The chance to fish in wild country where one false move could mean trouble. To be taken into my backing at least once in a run.
Will I ever get to either? Considering that I have four young kids, I'm 46, and my income has not one square inch for overtly frivolous endeavors- it would seem that the only way I could find myself in either place would be by sheer luck.
But isn't luck a part of fishing?
Best wishes to Steve on his Alaskan adventure. I hope that his trip is every bit as amazing as I picture it to be.
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