There is a great scene from A River Runs Through It, when after watching his brother land a large fish while being swept downstream in the current to avoid losing it, where Norman says, "At that moment, I knew, surely and clearly...that I was witnessing perfection." Not to sound so arrogant as to challenge the literary greatness of Norman Maclean, but I do not believe perfection exists in fly fishing. At least I hope it doesn't, because that would mean it is achievable, and if I could achieve perfection in fly fishing, what would be the point continuing after it is achieved, which would mean there is an end to it.
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Maybe the only thing perfect is the river |
I guess my point here is that my obsession with everything fly fishing is a journey to achieve perfection when I know it cannot be achieved, which is OK with me.
Are all of the fly rods I build perfect, no. Will I ever build the perfect fly rod, no. Do I honestly try and achieve perfection when building a fly rod, YES!
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Here is one of my favorite fly rods I have ever built, but still not perfect. |
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