Spey: crack for the fisherman

today was the beginning of a new obsession.
since i was 13, fly fishing was all i could think about. casting, tying and most of all catching the occasional fish.

today i tried the spey, with of all people the notorious bill lowe.
it was more fun than the law should allow.

first of all, bill is hilarious, an amazing teacher and exceedingly patient. his reputation as one of the best is very well earned.

in no time i had a switch cast, then a double spey, and then a snap t forming around me.

heck, i caught a halfpounder steelface on my first time with a spey, on the swing.
i mean seriously, ive been fishing the A for the last few weeks and the smell of skunk is still lingering around burning my nostrils.

i got off the water today around 6 after playing with my singlehander for a while, and it is now around 10pm, and i currently have a buyer for my gear that will provide the much needed cash to get my new spey rod.

i name rods. weird i know, but as in "the river why," Gus Orviston named his main tool, "rodney," quite fitting really. he explained how he was the rod, and the rod was him and they become one. i have a feeling it will be the same with me and "sierra grande" as i will call her.
yes, its a she