Despite having known Jay Smit of the Jvice fame and being friends for quite a few years now, we fished together for the first time yesterday. It was on a section of the middle Mooi River, not one of the upland freestone streams I almost always gravitate towards, but rather a slow moving, high grassy banked river that meanders through pastoral surrounding – a cow dung and mielie stretch where we encountered potentially manhood robbing barbed wire fences and flesh shredding bramble patches. However, despite low water levels and temperatures far from ideal, the browns were relatively obliging, chasing our deeply sunk nymphs as if they were the real deal.
But, it was the day spent with Jay, his good company and barrister quality freshly ground coffee that got me thinking this morning about “friendship”. I recalled from way back to the present the many people that, through fly fishing in particular, have enriched my life in so many ways.
Jay brewing another coffee with his Kelly Kettle
I once read a quote about friendship. It went something like – “Two may talk together under the same roof for many years, yet never really meet; and then, others at first speak are old friends.”
This is true of flyfishers, there is almost always an instant connection, – you don’t have to work at it, it is a kind of natural fellowship. So much in fly fishing is about the people you meet along the way, sometimes it’s a casual acquaintance, sometimes it becomes a life-long journey – a companionship amongst like-minded souls, unselfish sharing, spiritual enrichment and lasting memories.
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