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April 16, 2013 by fliesovernebraska

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I think this post is long over due…

I have been fly fishing for about 3 years now… since just before Little E was born. Before this point, I had never picked up a fly rod in my life…

When my wife was pregnant with Little E, I started examining who I was going to be as a father; which I am sure happens to all new fathers. But this is particularly a very important topic in my life; especially when I stop and think about my “father”…

Those who know me personally know this part of my story. My parents did not have the best of relationships when I was growing up. My biological father suffered with mental illness that was difficult and often impossible for him to cope with. This lead to many violent outbursts directed at whatever was in his close proximity; including my mother and siblings. Needless to say, my childhood home was not the best environment to be raised in. This part of my life culminated in a particularly violent episode when I was 12 years old that I will not get into the details of; suffice it to say that my mother finally found the courage to leave with us children after that point…

At this particularly traumatic time of my life, the man who I now call my father entered into my life. He took my family into his home, raised us as his own children; and most importantly taught me right from wrong, and what it means to be a man…

He had such an impact on my life that when I was about 24 years old, I legally changed my last name to his. He is my father, he raised me, and I wanted my children to carry the name of the family that I was raised in.

When my wife became pregnant with Little E, I had to stop and examine who I wanted to be as a father…

As part of this introspection, I started to think about my own childhood years. How I now think of the man who became the father he didn’t have to be… and how I think about the person who brought me into this world, but failed at the same attempt.

Most importantly, I thought about how I wanted Little E to remember me.

Before my daughter came along, my only hobby was sitting around and playing video games. There is even a picture my mother has of me at about 6 years old, with big thick glasses on, sitting in front of an old floor model TV playing Super Mario Brothers on Super Nintendo. From that time, I played video games pretty exclusively; right up to when we were expecting Little E.

When I started thinking about what I wanted Little E to remember about her childhood, the thought that she would remember me sitting in the basement in front of the TV and cussing at Call of Duty alarmed me.

It scared me to my core…

That’s not how I wanted my little girl to remember her daddy.

Thinking back on when I was taken in by my father at 12 years old, the thing I remember about him is his passion for the outdoors. Hunting, fishing, boating, camping… it didn’t matter.

One of the first memories I had with him was sitting on the rocks in Patterson Harbor at Harlen County Reservoir, putting a spinning rod in my had, and throwing a bobber out in the water. I remember that we caught fish, although I don’t remember what kind they were now. I remember how much fun I had.

More fun than any video game…

It wasn’t the first time I had ever gone fishing, but it was close. And it is the only one I remember vividly…

Through my teenage years, I would occasionally go hunting, fishing, and camping with the family with the family; although not as much as I wish I would have in hindsight. At 16 years old, I didn’t appreciate those experiences as much as I do now. I was more interested in cars, girls, and a social life; even though I was only moderately successful at all three…

Before my wife and I moved to Florida after college, I had a similar experience with him. I came home to visit one last time, before my wife and I drove halfway across the country, to spend the weekend with my parents. We decided to go fishing…

Despite lipping a walleye, and sunburning myself to a crisp, that day on Johnson Lake was one of the best days of my life…

When thinking through how I wanted Little E to remember me, those are the images that stuck out most in my head. I wanted her to remember doing something with me; to have our own little tradition that she would remember when she was older. That “my daddy and I always used to ______.” Something I could teach her, and enjoy with her… Just the two of us.

So I decided to take up fishing.

Fishing season lasts all year in Nebraska. Plus, you can always release a fish back to the wild; which appeals to the kinder side of me. You can’t do the same when you are hunting…

So one day while we were expecting Little E, my wife and I were walking through a department store. I stopped in the sporting goods section, picked up a spinning rod, and told my wife that I wanted to go fishing. I hadn’t even thought of fly fishing at that point. Heck, I didn’t even know hardly anything about fishing…

I always relied on my dad for the fishing knowledge… I just enjoyed reeling in the fish. So I started out on a new path in my life…

At first I just took the spinning rod to the lake, put a worm on the end, and a bobber in the middle of the line. The way that most people start. I caught a lot of bluegill; and a few catfish still fishing on the bottom. I was taking graduate classes at the time; and worked my way through two online courses on the banks of Holmes Lake while waiting for something to bite.

One day while sitting on the bank and not catching any fish, an older gentlemen came by with a fly rod. As I sat in my folding chair not catching any fish, he worked his way down the jetty; catching fish on both sides of me as he went…

I sat in awe as I watched him work his fly line first through air, then softly onto the water. How he waited patiently, slowly stripped the line in, and finally with a flash raised the rod tip and set the hook. He pulled a bluegill to hand, removed the hook, and gently let the fish swim anyway.

I knew instantly what he was doing even though I had yet to learn anything about fly fishing. But I was hooked instantly. It wasn’t so much that he was catching fish when I wasn’t; although that helped. It was the magic and the awe of the sport. The balance between the artistry of the line flying through the air and the realization of how incredibly complex what he was doing actually was; like watching a master play the piano. I was mesmerized by how the angler was fully concentrated on the moment with a zen like focus…

I knew instantly that I wanted that experience…

After that day, I watched endless YouTube videos of fly fishing… I even watched a 40-some-odd-part “How to Fly Fish” series from the 80s all the way through in one night. I knew I had to buy a fly rod.

Within a couple of weeks, I convinced my wife to let me buy a $50 fly rod combo and a $20 box of flies from Cabela’s. $70 was a lot of money for us; especially for a hobby that we were not even totally confident that I would stick with; even though any fly angler can tell you that a $50 fly rod is an absolute bottom of the barrel junk rod. But I couldn’t wait to get it out onto the lake.

Standing in my backyard I taught myself to cast a fly rod. On my first few trips, I left about 75% of the flies from my first box in the trees around Holmes Lake. I have never taken a fly fishing lesson; but after numerous YouTube videos and books, I slowly honed my cast. I caught my first fish on a fly on a tiny little size 20 dry fly… it was so small, I missed the take, and pulled a bluegill up as I went to backcast. But I was hooked…

It wasn’t long and I was even tying and exclusively using my own handmade flies.

Fly fishing has introduced me to a whole new world. The magic of a fly rod is not just in the fishing itself… it’s in the quite mediation of the cast. The time spent thinking, concentration, stalking, and outwitting nature. As my skills as a fly angler increased, I sought an increasingly more elusive fish on the fly. Bluegill, then crappie, largemouth bass, smallmouth bass, trout, and now all sorts of game fish on the fly; to the point where one of my father’s friends once asked me “Do you really catch all those fish on a fly?”

Yes, I do.

But as my skills increased, I found that I was chasing an even more elusive target then I ever could have imagined…

My inner self.

Time spent on the water has given me time to mediate on fatherhood, life, God, and many other things that up to this point in my life hadn’t mattered much to me. Suddenly I find myself thinking about the big questions in life; sometimes finding the answer and sometimes not.

The frustrations and triumphs of chasing fish had slowly merged with the same trials of life. Fly fishing is no longer about catching fish for me… it’s about the pursuit of the elusive.

By chasing fish on the fly; I find that I am really fishing for myself.

And just like fly fishing, sometimes you land the big one… and sometimes you go home empty handed. Either way, you learn something every time.

In the end, I think this is the greatest thing that I can pass down to my daughter.

I hope the memories that Little E builds of me are the beauty of casting a fly line out over the water in an act of perfect physics, how to use science and logic to overcome challenges, and how to find comfort and beauty in every part of life. How her daddy taught her to do all these things; and also how she learned to cast a fly along the way.

This is how I hope Little E remembers me.

That, and a few fish that we catch along the way…

Posted in Fatherhood, Fishing, Fly Fishing, Life, Nature, Nebraska, Postaday | Tagged Little E | 13 Comments

13 Responses

  1. on April 17, 2013 at 8:18 am dcgsage

    Excellent.


    • on April 17, 2013 at 6:52 pm fliesovernebraska

      Thanks!


  2. on April 17, 2013 at 9:57 am mycookinglifebypatty

    This is a beautiful post and is worthy of being published in a sporting or fishing magazine!


    • on April 17, 2013 at 6:51 pm fliesovernebraska

      Maybe I should try to get it published… hmm…


      • on April 17, 2013 at 9:48 pm mycookinglifebypatty

        Yes you really should. Needs a tiny bit of proofreading but it is very good.


  3. on April 17, 2013 at 11:35 am Scott Wendt

    Nice post. Thank you for sharing.


    • on April 17, 2013 at 6:51 pm fliesovernebraska

      No problem! I meant every word of it!

      Thanks for the read!


  4. on April 18, 2013 at 12:02 am Maddie Cochere

    Eric, you are awesome. This is a wonderful post. Little E is certainly blessed to have you as her dad.


    • on April 20, 2013 at 8:18 am fliesovernebraska

      Thank you! I am sure trying hard!


  5. on April 18, 2013 at 12:15 pm dge1993

    You are such a great father. I always thought about fly fishing but never really gave it a try. I think you have persuaded me to give it a shot.


    • on April 20, 2013 at 8:18 am fliesovernebraska

      You should! It has been life changing for me for several reasons.

      I would recommend lessons to pick it up fastest… Most stores like local fly shops, Bass Pro, and Cabela’s offer them. I didn’t ever take lessons because there was no where around here to do so; but it took me a lot of time and study to prefect my cast!

      My second or third post ever on this blog is about my first fly rod… Check that out!

      Let me know how it goes!


  6. on April 24, 2013 at 8:49 pm mycookinglifebypatty

    Reblogged this on mycookinglifebypatty and commented:
    I’ve been wanting to reblog this because it really touched me. It is so heartfelt and beautiful.


  7. on June 5, 2013 at 11:21 am Kenov

    Nice post. A daughter can really change a person for the better, eh? Of course, now she’ll have to deal with a fishing addicted father. πŸ™‚ Great blog. Thanks for the heads-up.



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