In simplicity, fly fishing beyond the ordinary into art itself.

Years ago I used to live in the Berkshires, heavily wooded and hilly lands of Western Massachusetts, home to writers, theater people, artists of all kinds. This is a beautiful place, rich soil with natural beauty. Rivers and lakes boast trout of all kinds – river, brown, rainbow, even tiger trout (a cross between female and male brown trout streams) and fishing with a fly fishing is very ingrained in the culture of the region.

The Berkshires are home to painters, too, and I count Norman Rockwell as the best example I am a painter who won conscience fishing. Rockwell, who lived in Stockbridge, Massachusetts from 1953 until his death in 1978, no respect for that ideal. All outdoor sports have their cache of equipment needed, and fishing is no different. Each angler his favorite fly fishing equipment to the port together. But it is in the quiet simplicity of fly casting, again and again, that one begins to feel what Rockwell once said: “. If it is not an ideal world, should be so”

Fly fishing is a game of cat and mouse, or fly and fish, really. Whether it is fly fishing Montana, with the original mountain lakes and rivers, or wilderness fishing trip to Alaska, it’s all the same.

Combing the banks, one is always on the hunt for trout rise, trying to read the complex nature – bubbles? ring? biting ride, or devouring attack? – And so one decides on the fly and strategies. But at the heart lies the desire for more of the fish. One is after the silence and peace, and connection with the hobby that stretches back into the mists of time.

Perhaps nothing says better than Herbert Hoover:

“Fishing is much more than fish This is a great opportunity when we can return to the simplicity of our ancestors ..”