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Legacy

a1sx2_Thumbnail1_legacyblogphoto.jpgI cannot say how much Norman Maclean has had an impact on my life. This might sound cliche but it was "A River Runs Through It" that had me immediately run out to buy a fly rod. I have always been a self taught fisherman from early childhood, but growing up in Texas I had never heard of or seen a fly rod. As a self taught fly fisherman, who later wanted to perfect his casting and took certification classes. I learned the magic of waving that wand, what it could do for my mind, and the calmness that clouds over me. It's as if a switch has been turned on, my focus tightens, and all my worries fade to black.

Everyone who knows me will tell you I'm nuts, my family calls me a free spirit. Nothing seems to keep my attention for very long, high school certainly didn't, college I barely made it through, Survival School twice, long distance rifle shooting school, etc. Only fly fishing has been able to keep me focused.

While my son Corey was here this past week we spent a lot of time fishing together, I had taught him at a fairly young age but he lost interest. This trip his interest was on fly fishing. I was shocked! So we worked on his cast, and he picked it up very fast. I had to do little to bring him up to speed, and we were off. It was definitely an adventure, we hiked over a mountain from 8200 ft to 9600 ft and back to around 8200 ft in a hour and a half to fish a high mountain lake. Where he caught 62 fish in just under 2 hours. We spent two days on the Beaverhead, and one on the Ruby. Covering at least 20 miles, when you add elevation gain who knows what we covered. My dream is that all my children get the bug for fly fishing. It's the escape that fly fishing provides, the beauty of my surroundings, the trek of miles without seeing a soul, it gives me solace, feeds my soul, let's me feel I'm in the presence of God. If my children learn anything from me, it is this mind set, and "The world is full of bastards the further one gets from Missoula Montana" Norman Maclean.
Thank you Mr. Maclean
I am truly haunted by water....
Fish on my friends,
Luca Troiani

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A Cherished Day

b2ap3_thumbnail_blogfb080315.jpgSweetgrass Rods has a policy that if a customer asks us to go fishing, we get the day off to go fishing with them. It's not a guided trip we actually fish and have a great time. Today was something special. Charles Harris 73 years young, with a doctorate in philosophy, who travels the world with his wife tango dancing and fly fishing, was my fishing buddy for the day.

b2ap3_thumbnail_blogfb080315b.jpgI must say that I spent most of the day watching him and not fishing. His fly fishing ability reminded me of my mentor Chester Marion a legendary fly fisherman and guide in Paradise Valley on the Yellowstone River. Chester came in to Dan Bailey's where I worked, to give me a daily fishing report for the previous day, and we would sometimes meet up after work and fish the Yellowstone till dark thirty, or go fishing on the weekend. He took me under his wing and showed me technics, and his favorite spots, that he would never tell anyone else. He often said " keep this one under your hat" or "I have to show someone these spots before I die"b2ap3_thumbnail_blogfb080315c.jpg Chester died the following year in a rafting accident on the Boulder River at age 72. I miss him dearly and think of him often when I'm on the water.

Today with Charles I didn't learn anything new, but it was like reliving my time with Chester, only in the sense of their fishing ability. It was such a treat to watch him cast, methodically working each pool with precision. His line control was awesome making difficult drifts of the fly look natural and easy.

I know my time on this earth will not be long. I often feel that it will end soon. I don't know why but I know in my gut it's true, so I try to live my life to the fullest. Cherishing each day as it was my last. I love to meet new people, sharing my experience and love for fly fishing. Most people tell me I'm very intense, and high strung on the water, moving from hole to hole with speed. I'm good at reading water and knowing where the fish lie and wait. People often ask me why are we skipping this water, and my response is do you want to catch some big fish? Let's keep moving there's a lot of good water up ahead. b2ap3_thumbnail_blogfb080315d.jpgToday was different, I sat back and watched a fine fisherman. I will cherish my day with Charles knowing I will never live to be his age, but I look forward to fishing with Chester for the big fish in the sky....

Fish on my friends!
Luca

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