I can't remember when I started fishing, but I was just old enough to walk. We fished a small community lake near Chaffee, Mo called Tywapity for bass and bluegill. I began to notice guys fly fishing from boats and casting popping bugs to bluegill near the shore. They would deliver a cast pop the bug a few times and catch a fish, or failing that, just pick up the bug and recast. Pretty neat, I thought.
Soon Dad and i were looking for a fly rod for me and we found at a place called The Sale Barn south of Cape Girardeau, Mo. It was a bamboo rod, complete with reel, line, leader, and flies; all for $9.95.
I taught myself to cast and was soon catching blue and bass on poppers. Then it happened; we went to Montauk State Park, near Salem, Mo. and I caught my first trout on my fly rod. I was hooked for life. That was in August of 1961.
Fiberglass rods followed and fly fishing became my passion. Then, when I was in high school in the 60s we were at Montauk and were camped near an old woman with only one arm who was tying flies by the light of a Coleman lantern at her camp table. I was enthralled and figured out that if she could do that with one arm, I could do it with two. I dealt with a company in Cincinnati called Finnysports and my fly tying career took off.
Since then, I have fished in the west, Belize and Alaska.I have abandoned spinning and baitcasting and now fish exclusively with the flyrod. I taught my son well and now he is a guide on the NFOW near Dora, Mo.He is now teaching his boys, and it has come full circle.