When Steve Kyle, Jim Powers, Les Vadasz and I returned from our annual winter steelhead fly-fishing trip to the Rogue River in Southern Oregon last week, none of us asked the obvious question, “What were we doing there?”
Here is the answer Les gave to a friend last week.
“We drive five-and-a-half hours, mostly in the rain, just to get there. Then we get up at 5:30 a.m. to go fishing. We may catch two or three fish a day. But once we catch them, we congratulate each other. ‘What a nice fish!’ Then we throw it back in the river. We do that for three days, then we drive home.”
The better question our friends should ask is “Why?”
Is it some kind of insanity that compels us to go great distances to fish and then throw back the few we catch?