Few have arrived in the sweet world of dry flies and trout rises. Often the family or friends are the source.
But the cliché of the father who accompanies his son to the river is well anchored. So when I came across this video of a mother and her daughter at the water’s edge, I told myself that our world is not totally written. I think fly fishing has the strength to bring people together and to unite. Women and men, children and old people. Transmission is important, and boast of having learned alone at the water’s edge seems very sad.
Our passion changes and seems to feminize a bit.
And beyond seeing the female side at the edge of the water, it is the idea that the barrier of the genre will perhaps no longer exist a day that makes me happy. Ladies and gentlemen, send your girls and boys by the river! They will know how to thank you.